Gone?
Ji Anning pouted her lips, "Coming from so far just to see you, and then leaving like that."
She muttered softly as she walked towards Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng looked up at her and raised his eyebrows, "Are you unwilling to let go?"
He was expressionless, showing no sign that he was joking.
'Tch' Ji Anning gave Ji Chicheng a cold glare, sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered her head with her lips pouted, and said in a mocking tone, "I'm worried that you're the one who can't let go. This is abroad; people come from far away and barely warm their seats before they leave."
Ji Chicheng frowned, "Did you touch it?"
"What?" Ji Anning looked up in confusion.
Has she touched what?
"Otherwise, how would you know his butt didn't warm up?" Ji Chicheng gave Ji Anning a dismissive look.
Then he lowered his head and continued eating his porridge.
Ji Anning: "..."
This man... clearly has no sense of humor, yet insists on trying to be funny, and it's not funny at all.
