Ji Chicheng chuckled, "Let's go down for dinner."
He set down the eyebrow pencil, took Ji Anning's hand, and his gaze swept over her right cheek, his expression darkening momentarily.
He opened her fingers, entwining them tightly with his, and spoke as they walked, "After we eat, have a nap then I'll take you to a place."
Ji Anning frowned, "Why should I take a nap?"
She wasn't sleepy at all, nor did she have the habit of taking afternoon naps.
Ji Chicheng gave her a look devoid of expression, "You're looking so nice with your makeup on, it'd be a waste not to take a nap."
Ji Anning instantly understood his implication; her blushed cheeks reddened even more, "Ah, you're so annoying."
She touched her face, which was burning hot!
...
Oh!
Wrapped in a towel and standing before the mirror, looking at the myriad of faint and deep kiss marks on her body, Ji Anning sighed gloomily.
Why did she feel like her uncle intentionally wanted her to get pregnant?
