Ji Anning, who had finally mustered the courage to cast aside everything and throw caution to the wind, found herself blushing with shyness again. She hurriedly pushed away from his embrace, hanging her head, fiddling with her hair, and wiping away tears to mask her embarrassment.
But in the next second, the man reached out with his long arm, wrapped it around her waist, and assertively pulled her close against his muscular frame.
This time, he was not as composed, and with his other hand, he tilted Ji Anning's chin, forcing her bright black eyes to meet his own.
He stood so tall that he still needed to look down at her, but she no longer felt as though his gaze was condescending.
Rather, it was a domineering tenderness that made her long to snuggle into his arms and act coquettishly.
Ji Chicheng just stared at her, silent, his eyes gleaming and brimming with light, until Ji Anning's cheeks turned red and her gaze grew flirtatious.
