After a quick rinse in the bathroom, she pouted as she walked over to the dining table, rubbing her wrists, and didn't immediately sit down next to Ji Chicheng.
Instead, she looked down at him, dissatisfaction clear in her gaze.
Ji Chicheng, puzzled, looked up, "What's wrong?"
"Beast." Ji Anning gritted her teeth and cursed the man who was pretending to be ignorant, then sat down beside him, pouting and feeling indignant.
As she looked at the sumptuous spread on the table, her cravings were tickled, and she eagerly reached for the chopsticks. However, her hand was sore, and she dropped the vegetable she tried to pick up.
The man next to her watched her with amusement, his smile laced with a thick air of flirtatiousness and teasing.
Irritated, Ji Anning glared at him fiercely, "You're laughing? It's all your fault, feed me."
"I only know how to feed with my mouth, are you sure?" Ji Chicheng raised his eyebrows at Ji Anning, his expression blank.
