He looked at Ji Anning and replied, "Xiang Yiqing is cold-blooded, even if Xin Xiaoxiao likes him, it's useless."
"How is that possible?" Ji Anning sounded as if she'd heard the biggest joke, "Xiang Yiqing is so gentle and considerate to his friends, how could he be cold-blooded? You and Qi Helian are the real cold-blooded ones."
Pot calling the kettle black.
"I love you so much, and yet you say I'm cold-blooded? Are you trying to make me go see my son now?"
Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow, a hint of danger flashed in his eyes.
Ji Anning quickly changed the topic, "They're hosting a brotherhood banquet tomorrow, should we prepare a gift?"
However, Ji Chicheng did not let her succeed. His large hand still caressed from her face down to her chin, slowly moving downward, sliding into her neckline.
Slowly and gently wandering over the skin on her chest.
With a look of indifference, as if nothing mattered to him, "Do as you please. Such a dull event, and you're actually interested."
