His captivating eyes narrowed into a hazy gaze, and his breath became hotter and hotter.
This won't do!
Qi Helian's brow trembled, knowing that continuing like this would be dangerous. He pressed his hands against the mattress and, with a push, straightened his waist, breaking free from Ji Anning's hands.
With her arms suddenly empty, she raised her hands again nervously, flailing about, "Uncle."
"Anning," Qi Helian grabbed Ji Anning's hands, soothing her gently, "Don't be sad, he loves you, he really loves you."
His voice was filled with magnetism and allure.
Ji Anning's emotions really did stabilize with his comforting, her lips pursed and her voice a bit hoarse, "Thirsty, water."
"Alright, I'll get it for you."
Qi Helian carefully withdrew his hand from Ji Anning's grasp and got up to pour her some warm water; she was still unconscious and couldn't drink by herself.
