Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 1204 - 1206: Trying to Make Me See My Son Again? (Part 2)

He looked at Ji Anning and replied, "Xiang Yiqing is cold-blooded, even if Xin Xiaoxiao likes him, it’s useless."

"How is that possible?" Ji Anning sounded as if she’d heard the biggest joke, "Xiang Yiqing is so gentle and considerate to his friends, how could he be cold-blooded? You and Qi Helian are the real cold-blooded ones."

Pot calling the kettle black.

"I love you so much, and yet you say I’m cold-blooded? Are you trying to make me go see my son now?"

Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow, a hint of danger flashed in his eyes.

Ji Anning quickly changed the topic, "They’re hosting a brotherhood banquet tomorrow, should we prepare a gift?"

However, Ji Chicheng did not let her succeed. His large hand still caressed from her face down to her chin, slowly moving downward, sliding into her neckline.

Slowly and gently wandering over the skin on her chest.

With a look of indifference, as if nothing mattered to him, "Do as you please. Such a dull event, and you’re actually interested."

"Hate it." Ji Anning pushed his hand away unmercifully as it tickled her.

Then she sat up, looked at him seriously, "Xin Xiaoxiao is a pretty good person. I quite like her, so I want to prepare a thoughtful gift for her."

As she spoke, she stood up, walked to the chair opposite Ji Chicheng, sat down, opened her computer, and wanted to search the internet for gift ideas.

Ji Chicheng’s gaze followed her, "She was once your rival, have you forgotten?"

Ji Anning lifted her eyelids, glaring at him, "I only know that someone suddenly hugged and kissed her."

She hadn’t mentioned this matter, yet he brought it up himself, simply disregarding her.

Today, she should definitely settle this account with him.

"Didn’t kiss her." Ji Chicheng explained blandly.

Frankly, with a clear conscience.

Ji Anning, however, didn’t buy it, pouting as she pretended to be angry, "Anyway, I saw you holding her."

Knowing she was faking jealousy and anger, but... he liked it. He just liked her jealous look; even if she was pretending, he liked it.

Ji Chicheng let go of the mouse with his other hand, leaned back lazily, turned the chair, and opened his arms, doting on Ji Anning, "Come here, let me hold you."

"No." Ji Anning huffed and refused, her eyes returning to her computer screen, browsing the web as she said, "I don’t want arms that have held others to hold me. Don’t hug me for this whole month."

After a few more words, Ji Chicheng began to show impatience, his doting tone turning into a threat, "If I take the initiative, it’s not going to be just a hug."

He leisurely finished speaking, grasped the chair handles, and made a move to stand up.

Ji Anning quickly released the mouse, stood up, walked to Ji Chicheng, and bent over to hug him.

Even the doctor said he was still recovering and shouldn’t exert himself or do strenuous activities, but he just couldn’t control himself.

If something happened to his body, and they went to the hospital to find out what went wrong, would they have to say it was caused by making love?

How embarrassing!!!

"Ji Anning, you’re really proactive." Ji Chicheng lifted his hands, placing them on Ji Anning’s back, stroking her back through the thin fabric.

At this moment, a sharp voice of disdain suddenly came from the door, "Ji Anning, how shameless can you be? Is this how you seduced my uncle?"