She immediately gave up struggling and snuggled obediently into Ji Chicheng's embrace.
Ji Chicheng chuckled softly in her ear, "If I left, your Chanel No. 5 would have been sprayed in vain."
Anning looked up in surprise, "How did you know it's Chanel No. 5?"
Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow, "Didn't you say you didn't spray any?"
Anning: "..."
He was clearly teasing her on purpose. She puffed up in anger and turned her face away, "A lady's perfume, and you can even discern the model—quite the connoisseur."
Her tone was full of sourness.
This greatly entertained Ji Chicheng, who stretched out his hand to pick up a shrimp from the plate on the table and brought it to Anning's mouth.
Anning dodged to the side, "I don't want to eat it."
"Eat."
In a commanding tone, Anning, like a child, did not dare to resist and hesitantly opened her mouth.
Chewing with disinterest, Ji Chicheng watched her face, somewhat lost in thought.
