Ji Chicheng countered, "Could it be worse than when I saved you from the blazing fire?"
His meaning was clear, no matter how disheveled she was, whatever she turned into, he would never despise her.
Indeed, she had been in states of utter disarray countless times before him, her dignity trampled on at will right under his eyes.
He had never given up on her.
But even though he could have simply answered with a yes or no, he chose to tease her like he was playing some mind-twisting game, taking her on a roundabout path.
As Ji Anning thought about this, her hand slid under Ji Chicheng's clothes, pinching the little "red bean" on his chest fiercely, "Is it that saying a sweet nothing will get you pregnant?"
That spot was sensitive and painful; Ji Chicheng's brows furrowed from the pain, and at the same time, his heart was tickled.
