Ji Anning was almost dragged along by him.
Unprepared, she gaped in shock.
Qi Helian's footsteps did not advance; he stayed where he was, watching them walk away. His lips pursed, a bitter curve forming.
Qi Helian, you really deserve a "World's Best Brother" award.
Ji Chicheng dragged Ji Anning directly into the pool, and as they walked deeper, her body, initially icy cold from the shore, gradually warmed up.
They waded to the opposite side and sat on the steps in the water, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, both draped in bath towels.
Ji Anning glanced sideways at Ji Chicheng who was slightly bowing his head, quiet and gentle.
"Uncle," she softly called out, awkwardly rubbing her hands.
Ji Chicheng hummed in response, raising his head to look at her, "Let's watch the soccer game.
Again with soccer...
Images of that night when they bet on soccer and played Truth or Dare flashed through Ji Anning's mind. She had lost and was kissed for five minutes.
