Xin Xiaoxiao's small hands quickly typed, "I didn't expect you to be like this, Ji Anning."
Over here, Ji Chicheng responded expressionlessly, "Passing on my experience to you. Tuition required?"
"..."
Ji Anning looked at the message Ji Chicheng sent to Xin Xiaoxiao in her name, and her face darkened sharp, "Ji Chicheng, enough!"
She shouted angrily, reached out to snatch her phone back, and with her other hand, she hooked Ji Chicheng's neck, pulling him down and kissing his lips hard.
Then she glared at him, "Once a day isn't enough, at least three times a day. You wait and see."
With a domineering warning, she let go of him.
Ji Chicheng stretched out his hands again, wrapping them around her waist, "We haven't done it even once today, how about right here?"
Ji Anning: "..."
She twitched her mouth, intending to ignore him, but he suddenly lowered his head, whispering in her ear, "Anning, you look beautiful."
With a gentle tone, warm breath.
