Glowing with the light of happiness.
"Uncle," Ji Anning pulled hard with both hands, pressing Ji Chicheng's body down and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
Ji Chicheng held her with one hand and reached toward the coffee table with the other, not knowing what he touched, he stuffed it into Ji Anning's hand.
Ji Anning held it, frowning in confusion, what?
"A box as promised."
As she puzzled over it, their lips slightly parted, and his pleasant voice became low and husky because of ****ing.
It was as if a current with piercing power shot through Ji Anning's heart.
Hearing about a box, Ji Anning immediately realized what it was; she crinkled her brows, speechlessly staring at the man pressing down on her.
The man, stared at by her, began to laugh, his mouth curving wickedly, even his lip color seemed to become redder.
"Not enough?"
He slightly raised his eyebrows, exuding an indescribable charm.
"How can you be so bad!"
