Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 146 - 138: Unrequited Love is the Honey of Youth (Part One)
She loved him, that arrogant boy, who made her strive to become an outstanding Ji Anning.
Now, she was genuinely in pain, longing for his comfort, his soothing, his care, even just to hear his voice, not so cold, a bit of warmth would be enough.
Ji Anning’s eyes were moist, her hands tightly grasping Ji Chicheng’s, unwilling to let go, the term "uncle" lingered on her lips, so hard to articulate.
The man’s body stiffened, his heart surged violently, and his fingers tightened in excitement.
He squinted his eyes, gazing at Ji Anning’s flushed little face, her slightly parted lips, he couldn’t help himself, he bent down, inching closer to her face.
Ji Anning had a fever, even just getting closer, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, which suddenly cleared his mind, and he abruptly stopped.
His breath lingered above her, present yet distant. Ji Anning dared not open her eyes, her fingers tightening even more.
Unwilling to let go, after so many years, impulsive for once.
Ji Chicheng felt Ji Anning’s gripping strength, so tight, as if afraid he would run away.
He just watched her from such a close distance, his Adam’s apple moved as he slightly opened his mouth, "Do you... know who I am?"
’I’ve liked you for so many years...’
’Have you ever tried hard for someone?’
’I used to rank in the top three on every exam, just so I could stand with him on the award podium...’
How could that person be him?
Thinking about it, jealousy began to rage in his heart.
Ji Chicheng, if you want her, it has to be by force.
His gaze fell on Ji Anning’s neck, her heaving chest, his eyes bloodshot and wolfish.
Uncle Uncle Uncle... Ji Anning answered Ji Chicheng’s question in her heart, but only there.
Burning tears soaked the sofa cushion beneath her.
Struggling to contain the impulse inside her, she avoided the man’s question, "It hurts, my foot hurts so much."
A painful moan, her hands reluctantly let go of the man’s hand, she turned over, curling up into a ball.
Facing her back, Ji Chicheng gradually gained control over his eager heart and looked at her injured foot, swollen and red, his heart tightened, aching.
"Take a painkiller, I’ll call Xiang Yiqing over."
Xiang Yiqing had anticipated Ji Anning’s difficult night, and when he left, he left painkillers here, instructing him to give her one when the pain became too severe.
Ji Chicheng held the medicine in one hand and propped up Ji Anning’s upper body with the other.
He fed the medicine into her mouth, at that moment, Ji Anning was really in so much pain that her consciousness was a bit blurred.
What happened afterward, she gradually couldn’t tell whether it was real or a dream. When she woke up the next day, an IV tube was inserted on the back of her hand, the IV bottle still had a third of the medicine left, dripping.
She glanced around, surprised, her mouth agape.
She was no longer in the living room, but in a bedroom, with white sheets, simple cool-toned furniture, and the curtains were only the outer layer of thin fabric drawn, with the window open, the sheer fluttering in the wind.
Whose room was this?
"You’re awake."
Suddenly, a man’s voice came from the doorway, interrupting Ji Anning’s train of thought. She turned her gaze, and there stood the man in a black loungewear set, his handsome face showing a trace of fatigue.
