He always had a way with words, seized Ji Anning's jaw in his hand, lifted her small face, and bent down to force a kiss upon her lips.
With his lips and teeth, he angrily crushed Ji Anning's.
"Mmm..." Ji Anning's eyes widened in shock; her hands flailed wildly, pounding against Ji Chicheng's back as she desperately struggled.
His kiss, no matter in what manner—be it punishing, gentle, or domineering—was always so beautiful coming from him.
But she couldn't indulge, for he was her uncle, she his niece. Their relationship was forbidden.
That fact, like a curse, nearly drove Ji Anning mad as it echoed in her mind.
A taste of blood quickly spread through her mouth to her throat; she clenched her teeth tight, refusing to let Ji Chicheng's tongue invade.
Ji Chicheng's eyes flashed coldly; he pinched her chin hard with the hand holding it, causing Ji Anning to cry out in pain, "Ah..."
