She turned her head, ready to scold Ji Chicheng, but before the words could leave her mouth, the man stretched out his long arm, wrapped it around her slender waist, and drew her into his embrace.
God, they were at home, in the Ji Family's house. This guy must have gone crazy, totally crazy.
Ji Anning's heart was beating so fast it nearly leaped out of her chest. She didn't dare stay in Ji Chicheng's arms for even half a second longer, quickly breaking free from his muscular arms, and scrambling out of bed in a rolling motion.
The pajamas on her were loose and disheveled, her waist-length hair had been washed the night before but hadn't been combed, now a tangled mess, resembling a bird's nest.
That look, in Ji Chicheng's eyes, was terribly messy.
"Come here," he commanded with a furrowed brow, his tone leaving no room for doubt, his voice utterly unrestrained.
