Watching her tightly wrap her clothes around her with somewhat hasty steps, as if desperately trying to avoid something, Ji Chicheng's eyes gradually darkened.
Ji Anning entered the bathroom and closed the door, standing in front of the mirror. She looked at her flushed cheeks, taking deep breaths repeatedly, her heartbeat gradually calming down.
But the feeling of the man's desire swelling in the palm of her hand lingered in her mind, refusing to fade away.
She turned on the tap, continuously scooping up cold water and splashing it on her face.
The sound of rushing water and the coldness of the water could not stop the cluttered thoughts in her mind.
This couldn't continue, she had to control the barriers within her heart.
Otherwise, it would be too cruel to herself and to her uncle.
Ji Anning, you can do it, you... can do it.
