Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 142 - 134: Forced Cohabitation (Eighty-Seven)

"It’s nothing," Ji Anning said, gently shaking her head, her lips curling into a smile. Her hands, resting on Ji Chicheng’s shoulder, curled their fingers.

In the deep, quiet night, the hall was empty except for the security and reception staff on duty.

Ji Chicheng carried Ji Anning out as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Once in the car, Ji Chicheng struggled to get Ji Anning into the passenger seat before he got in himself, buckling his seatbelt while dialing his phone on the other hand.

"Come to my apartment and bring your basic professional equipment."

"Hmm, a pig’s trotter has been hurt, and I’m not sure if it’s fractured."

Pig’s trotter... was he referring to her foot? Ji Anning looked down at her injured foot, and her face grew darker and darker.

As she was pondering, Ji Chicheng had already finished the call and started the car.

She hadn’t buckled her seatbelt, and the system kept reminding her. Ji Chicheng frowned and glanced at her, "Your paws aren’t crippled, are they?"

Ji Anning: "..."

Trotters, paws.

She glowered at the man beside her with a dark face, fastened her seatbelt, and turned her face to look out the window. At that moment, with the car window down and the cool evening breeze blowing gently, it was just right to keep one’s mind clear.

A smile crept onto Ji Anning’s lips involuntarily, faint and mixed with all flavors of life.

His apartment was as clean, as tidy, and as exciting as the last time she was there.

"Someone is coming to check on you in a bit, can you bear the pain till then?"

Ji Anning was still looking around when Ji Chicheng’s voice reached her ears. He was helping her walk toward the sofa and his tone seemed to carry a trace of concern.

She was taken aback by a sense of favored astonishment and then nodded, "I can."

Whether she could bear it or not, she still had to endure.

While thinking that, Mr. Ji suddenly gave her another blow, "You’ll have to bear it even if you can’t."

Ji Anning: "..."

Ah, it wasn’t the first time he had added insult to injury, she was used to it by now.

Being used to it meant it became natural, hadn’t she already reached that level with him?

With that thought, a slight sweetness surged in her heart, and her lips curled once again.

’Ding dong...’

Right then, the doorbell suddenly rang, and Ji Chicheng glanced back at the door before hurriedly helping Ji Anning sit down on the sofa.

He then turned around, but he didn’t head to the front door; instead, he went into a room, the one with a closet full of women’s clothes.

Ji Anning’s gaze followed him with confusion. The persistent doorbell sounded as he didn’t go to open the door but ran into that room instead.

Could it be that his girlfriend had come over?!!!

No sooner had she formed this guess than Ji Chicheng came out with a set of white clothes in his hand, pants and a top, walking towards her.

She looked at him puzzled, blinking a few times.

"Put these on."

Ji Chicheng didn’t heed Ji Anning’s confusion and tossed the clothes he was holding at her before turning to walk towards the main door.

For her to wear?

Ji Anning was stunned and suddenly remembered to look down at her own clothes, and her face turned red at once...

She was still wearing the ’costume’, that sexy nightgown, and now, her upper thighs were exposed.

Perhaps it wasn’t just now but from the beginning until this moment, in his presence, she had been in this exposed ~ chest ~ revealing ~ state.

Ah... How embarrassing.

Ji Anning roared inside her mind, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.