The next second, his soft lips approached hers, slightly parted and waiting for her little mouth.
But he did not seal the deal, his intense breath teasing Ji Anning like a hungry child awaiting its meal.
Looking into his eyes that shimmered like the stars, Anning pouted unhappily, "Uncle, I'm hot, it's unbearable."
Set ablaze with desire, her voice unwittingly became seductive, like a mewling kitten, melting the man above her to the bone.
His large hand moved to her bountiful chest, giving it a light pinch, and through clenched teeth, he asked with dissatisfaction, "What did you call me?"
"Uncle," Ji Anning pursed her lips, repeating incessantly, "Uncle, Uncle, Uncle... my beloved Uncle."
This side of her, Ji Chicheng was seeing for the first time, mischievously charming, her tender cheeks blushing like ripe apples, tempting him to bite.
