"Ji Anning, you're dead meat," Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth and charged over.
Ji Anning quickly fled, but upon reaching the doorway, she inevitably ended up being caught. Ji Chicheng pinned her against the door, capturing both her hands in one of his and lifting them above her head, while his other hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Looking at her innocently widened eyes, he wickedly curved his lips, "My dear niece, let uncle show you how sweet this cake is."
With that, he bent down and pressed his cream-coated lips against Ji Anning's lips.
Immediately, his tongue pried her teeth apart and pushed the creamy cake into her mouth, forcing her to swallow.
This... this was way too intimate. Ji Anning felt her soul being stirred by Ji Chicheng's tongue, leaving her somewhat disoriented.
This was already the third time, the third kiss since he had woken up. If this continued, she couldn't guarantee her self-control.
