Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 139 - 131: Forced Cohabitation (Eighty-Four)

And just moments ago, there was that instant where she really wanted to struggle free from his grasp and just let herself fall to her death.

But then she thought, even if she died, it wouldn’t affect him at all, and she couldn’t take anything of his with her. Dying like that would be too pointless.

"Do you believe I would let go and let you fall to your death?"

Chicheng’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam flashing through them. Anning’s heart trembled, but her expression remained calm.

She was so fearless, and yet he was utterly helpless against her.

"One day, I’ll take care of you."

Grinding his teeth, Chicheng warned Anning, then seemed to easily lift her back up without much effort.

Anning reacted swiftly, extending her other hand to grasp the window frame as soon as she was within reach.

Chicheng flipped over, ready to jump out of the window, when Anning suddenly wrapped her arms around his thigh, "Uncle, please don’t leave me behind."

She thought he was angry with her, leaving her there to fend for herself. Her pride couldn’t hold up any longer, and she let go of the window frame to clutch at his thigh.

After making that move, she came to her senses and glanced at Chicheng’s thigh. Her eyes involuntarily moved upward a little, and her face turned red all at once. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

But it was already like this, and she couldn’t let go. Moreover, she had to hold on tightly to his... thigh.

Anning was getting more and more embarrassed, when Chicheng’s coldly mocking voice came from above, "You’re nothing special after all."

With that, he took hold of her wrist and pulled with strength, helping her up onto the windowsill.

Only then did Anning fully relax, as if she had escaped from the jaws of death. All the tension that had gripped her body suddenly collapsed, and she fell onto Chicheng.

She gasped for air, tears swirling in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.

Chicheng’s body stiffened suddenly as he looked down at the girl lying on his chest.

When their eyes met, Anning was stunned. She blinked twice, her wet lashes causing tear drops to glide down her cheeks, reddening her nose and the rims of her eyes.

Her teary eyes were like two stars falling into the night sky, always the brightest in his heart.

The gentle evening breeze swept over them, and it felt as though all the world around stood still. Chicheng looked at Anning, his hands by his sides, slowly lifting.

’Brother, can you take me to find Mom?’

’I want Mom.’

"Me too,"

Memories echoed in his mind, like a tender melody tinged with a hint of sadness. Chicheng looked into Anning’s bright black eyes, his hands trembling as he reached out and whispered softly to himself.

Deep in his dark pupils, full of compassion.

His brows furrowed, his eyes so deep. Why was he so melancholic, so sad, so heartbroken?

Anning’s hand sketched lightly on the windowsill, her middle finger quivered first, then her hand slowly rose, inching closer... to his tightly knitted brows.

’Knock knock knock...’

Good things often come through difficulties.

The sudden knock on the door startled them both, and they simultaneously withdrew their hands.

"How much longer do you plan to lean on me?"

The memory was cut short, a trace of embarrassment crossed Chicheng’s face, and a hint of color appeared on his handsome face. He quickly lifted his head, straightened up, pushed Anning away, and jumped down from the windowsill.

Anning did the same. She clenched the hand that had extended out, wishing she could chop it off.

Biting her lip, she didn’t dare to look at Chicheng’s face.

’Knock knock knock’

Damn it!