The palm of his hand pressed against hers, the warmth intertwining with the sweat in her palms.
His kisses grew gentler, as his tongue pried open Ji Anning's teeth and took command inside, tangling with her uninhibitedly.
The air in the room, thick with their intimacy, became shy and ambiguous.
Ji Anning keenly felt the man's body undergoing rapid changes, his rigid desire pressing between her legs.
Still changing, bit by bit.
'He is your uncle...'
Suddenly, Ji Zhengdao's words invaded her mind, and Ji Anning's eyes flew open, "Uncle!"
Pushing Ji Chicheng away on instinct, she sat up, breathing heavily while wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Ji Chicheng watched Ji Anning for a while before stating indifferently, "Try not to wake up Fenfen later."
He then rose from the bed, his tall figure standing before Ji Anning, stepping toward the bathroom.
Ji Anning watched him, then suddenly stretched out her arms and clasped his waist, "Uncle."
