Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 141 - 133: Forced Cohabitation (Eighty-Six)

Ji Anning opened her mouth, ready to let out a cry of pain for this round, but she sheepishly closed it instead.

Watching her wishing she could find a hole to crawl into, a sly smile flickered quickly in Ji Chicheng’s dark eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and looked back down at her foot, furrowing his brows, "Ji Anning, did I stop you from ’flying’?"

Did he stop her from flying? Ji Anning frowned in confusion, "What?"

Ji Chicheng dipped his head slightly, his lips curled in a cool arc, not looking at Ji Anning’s face, "Just now when I saw you, you were about to jump down, weren’t you?"

Ji Anning: "..."

Could he read minds? He had discerned even the fleeting thought she harbored; this man was truly frightening.

She bit her lip, enduring the pain, and looked at Ji Chicheng with a furrowed brow and sullen expression.

Ji Chicheng held her foot with one hand, while his other hand gently pressed on the swollen area with two fingers, apparently checking her injury.

He kept his head down, serious and professional.

Long and thick eyelashes, a prominent nose bridge, and beads of sweat still on his forehead—the atmosphere suddenly grew quiet, and he became unexpectedly gentle.

This wasn’t the first time she had seen him focus earnestly on something, but it was the first time he had done so for her.

Watching him, he seemed to be a painkiller, just by looking, she forgot the pain.

"It looks like the bone is broken, I’ll take you to the hospital."

After carefully examining Ji Anning’s foot, Ji Chicheng came to a conclusion.

As he spoke, he lifted his head to look at Ji Anning’s face.

Hearing about going to the hospital, Ji Anning shook her head anxiously, "It shouldn’t be that serious, there’s no need for a hospital. I’ll just go back, apply some medicinal wine, and rub it in; it’ll be fine."

She drew back her foot and gave Ji Chicheng a naive smile.

Ji Chicheng saw through her thoughts in an instant, "If you’re crippled, would Ji Jingfeng still want you?"

Not giving Ji Anning a chance to speak, he reached out and lifted her off the windowsill.

This action was so sudden, so suave, and so practiced, Ji Anning was stunned for a long time, not until Ji Chicheng had her on his back did she realize what had happened.

She was on Ji Chicheng’s back now?

The man’s hair, accompanied by the fresh scent of shampoo and sweat, intoxicated Ji Anning, making her heart race. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Her hands, trembling, raised up, but dared only to rest on his shoulders.

She tilted her head slightly, observing part of his face, her heart pressed against his back, beating ’thump thump,’ yet she couldn’t resist the urge to see more, to see if his handsome face was as impassive as usual at this moment. Those practiced movements when he had lifted her, could it be that he often carried his girlfriend like this...

"Uncle, I’m not..."

Driven by impulse, she wanted to explain, to clarify her thoughts, but midway through her impulsive outburst, she regained her composure.

Wasn’t it because of the Mrs. Sun title she once struggled with so hard, paying a painful price, that he knew better than anyone else?

Yet after all these years, in his eyes, she probably had long since changed, after all, the status of Mrs. Sun of the Ji family and the future lady of J.C. was something countless women dreamt of.

It was within easy reach for her; everyone would think so.

Besides, clarifying it wouldn’t change anything. She wasn’t worthy; his wardrobe full of clothes, the practiced ease with which he carried her, it was clear how much he doted on that person.

Ji Anning’s half-finished words trailed off, and Ji Chicheng furrowed his brows, glancing back at her with a sideways glance, "Not what?"