He forcefully dragged Ji Anning to the door of Ji Chicheng's room.
"Let go!" Ji Anning struggled, but her strength was no match for his.
As she struggled, Ji Jingfeng had already started knocking on Ji Chicheng's door.
From inside, the familiar sound of footsteps came, one after another, as if stepping on Ji Anning's heart. She clenched her gloved hand, the other hand that Ji Jingfeng was holding instinctively pulled back.
But Ji Jingfeng didn't allow her to succeed, deliberately keeping it in plain sight.
The door opened.
She wasn't sure if it was psychological, but it seemed as if his distinctive, light scent of cologne drifted past her nose, tantalizing her, making her heart tremble lightly. She dared not lift her head, dared not glance at him.
That face of his had already become something she couldn't extricate herself from in her mind.
How could she dare to look?
