As she spoke, she leapt forward, her soft lips perfectly covering his.
The unexpected embrace caught Ji Chicheng off guard, a flicker of surprise passing through his cold, peach-blossom eyes, quickly followed by a smug smile that spread across his face.
He reached out, holding her delicate body close, its softness fueling the fire of desire within him, his arms drawing tighter and tighter, as if he wished to meld her into his very bones.
I miss you too, I miss you so much, my little hope.
This was the first time Ji Anning had taken the initiative to kiss him, and with such passion too. Ji Chicheng was excited beyond imagination, simply unable to stop.
His large hands roamed her back, crumpling her thin nightgown as his pinky finger traced her waistline, sending an electric shock through his body, tensing up in an instant.
The sound of the girl's panting breath was in his ears.
