Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 143 - 135: Forced Cohabitation (Eighty-Eight)

Her face felt so hot it seemed like it was on fire, her head bowed to the limit.

"If you don’t change, I’m opening the door."

"No..." Ji Anning raised her head in a panic and looked at Ji Chicheng, shook her head, and quickly picked up the shirt, putting it on with the fastest speed.

Then she picked up the pants, shook them out, and they seemed to be capris, made of a very soft fabric, a bit like pajamas, or you could also call them loungewear.

Preparing to lift her good leg to put them on, she suddenly remembered Ji Chicheng, and her gaze shifted back to him; however, he was leaning against the wall with his back to her, clearly not planning to look at her.

Ji Anning pursed her lips disapprovingly, and covertly rolled her eyes at the man’s tall figure.

...

"Uncle, I’m ready," she said.

It took a lot of effort to get the pants on, and when she tried to put on her injured foot, she sweated and got drenched as if in the rain, she called out to Ji Chicheng, then lay down, gasping for air.

She felt like she was going to die of pain if this continued.

Ji Chicheng, hearing Ji Anning’s call, finally opened the door.

"My brother, you finally opened the door. If you hadn’t, I was about to ram it."

A man’s voice came from the doorway, his tone half-joking and half-complaining.

The voice was rich and smooth, giving her the first impression that this was a humorous person. Ji Anning thought this while curiously looking over.

The man was wearing a masculine shirt, roughly the same height as Ji Chicheng, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, a handsome face with a faint smile, partly refined, partly sly.

This person... She seemed to have some impression of him, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but it felt like a long time ago, and she could not recall immediately.

As Ji Anning was sizing him up, his gaze also wandered into the room and landed on her. Underneath his glasses, a pair of eyes with a clear distinction between the black and white pupils flashed a shrewd light.

Then he looked at Ji Chicheng, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "The pig? Is it fashionable to keep pet pigs now? Are they easy to take care of? What breed?"

Ji Anning: "..."

What kind of people are these, really damn disrespectful.

She didn’t believe he didn’t know that when Ji Chicheng mentioned ’pig,’ he was referring to a person, and even less did she believe that he hadn’t guessed that ’pig’ was her.

Pah, pah, pah, he’s the pig, his whole family are pigs.

"Not easy to take care of, the breed is pretty bad," Ji Chicheng replied to the man expressionlessly, then turned and walked towards the sofa.

Ji Anning was metaphorically spitting blood.

It was bad enough to be called a pig, but to also say she was a bad breed, hard to take care of; how would he know she was hard to take care of if he had never taken care of her? 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"This young lady, she looks familiar to me."

While Ji Anning was inwardly criticizing Ji Chicheng, the man who had entered with Ji Chicheng saw her and quickened his pace to her, staring at her face to get a better look.

After scrutinizing her for a while, he had a sudden realization, and lightly smacked his forehead, "Oh, I remember now."

They had really met before? Ji Anning furrowed her brow, staring at the man’s face, also trying hard to recall where she had seen him.

The man knew she hadn’t remembered him, and introduced himself with a smile, "I suppose you probably don’t remember me, that winter year."

While recalling, he continued, "It must have been our senior year of high school, the day before Christmas, and it was snowing. You were wearing a thick down jacket and stood in front of the ’Future’ studio for an entire afternoon."

That winter, the studio, the day before Christmas...

Suddenly startled, Ji Anning looked up with her small face, looking at the man in front of her nervously.