After several instances, Ji Anning no longer had the strength to even speak, gasping delicately beneath him.
"Uncle, stop, it's uncomfortable," she mewled, her cheeks flaming red.
Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow gently, "Are you satisfied now?"
As he spoke, he rubbed his nose gently against Ji Anning's face, blushing so fervently it seemed it might bleed, adoring her so deeply he wished he could devour her in one bite.
"Not satisfied," Ji Anning pouted, tightening her arms around Ji Chicheng's neck, "I still want you."
This... was her first time taking the initiative to ask.
Young Master Ji thought that under such circumstances, if he were to refuse, could he still call himself a man?
Without a word, he kissed her pursed red lips, answering her with his actions.
Amidst the scent of sweat, the cellphone by their side kept vibrating; they were immersed in experiencing each other's joy at such close range, losing themselves.
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