Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 753 - 745: Remember to Close the Door When Doing That Thing (Part 1)
"Uncle, this isn’t the right place... not the place for that kind of thing," she said, pushing against his forehead with her hand to stop his lips from touching hers as they almost did.
Ji Chicheng frowned in dissatisfaction, "Anning?"
Just that one call made Ji Anning’s hair stand on end; she pouted and pleaded, "Uncle, this is a hospital ward, the doctor will come for rounds soon, let’s not."
’Click’
Just then, a sound of the door opening suddenly came from the entrance; someone twisted the door open from outside.
There was no knock, just a ’click’, showing just how domineering and disregardful the person opening the door was.
Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng both turned their gazes toward the door simultaneously, one nervous, the other coldly furious.
After unlocking, the person pushed the door open to its fullest extent, revealing a towering figure that strode in like a king descending, exuding an overwhelming presence.
"Mr. Charles," Ji Anning exclaimed in surprise and, realizing the situation, hurriedly pushed Ji Chicheng.
How embarrassing to be caught by an old man... caught them live in action.
Ji Anning’s face flushed with embarrassment; withdrawing her gaze, she couldn’t push Ji Chicheng away, so she simply burrowed into the covers.
"Get out!"
Ji Chicheng commanded with domineering brevity, then withdrew his attention arrogantly and unhurriedly got up from Ji Anning, flipping off the covers and getting out of bed from the other side.
While Ji Anning was out buying things earlier, he had already got out of bed and moved around; now he was completely adapted to it, though many wounds on his body had not yet healed, leaving his face somewhat pale.
Seeing Ji Chicheng get out of bed, Ji Anning was first worried for his health, but observing him moving with ease, she quickly adjusted her clothes under the covers and rolled out of bed as well.
Charles’ footsteps moved leisurely towards Ji Chicheng, his deep blue eyes looking at him, filled with a teasing smile.
"Looks like you’ve recovered quite well," he said as he approached Ji Chicheng, his voice light with jest.
His gaze slowly traveled up from Ji Chicheng’s feet and finally rested on his lips; upon seeing blood on his lips, Charles added, "But you still have wounds. I must remind you, battling through bloodshed harms the body."
Good heavens, this old man, more than twenty years their senior, making such nearly risqué jokes with two young people; is that really appropriate?
Ji Anning’s face was red to her ears; she kept her head down and followed at Ji Chicheng’s side, her hand supporting his arm.
"Did you not hear me when I told you to get out?" Ji Chicheng pointed towards the doorway, his voice raised angrily at Charles.
’Ah.’ Charles sighed suddenly, looking down. When he lifted his head to look at Ji Chicheng again, his deep blue eyes held a touch of sorrow, "Today is her birthday, aren’t you going to see her?"
Ji Chicheng grew even angrier, "I told you to get lost."
His hands dangled by his sides, clenched tightly into fists. Ji Anning could feel the muscles on his arm hardening and his body beginning to shake.
The wound visible on his chest was also slowly oozing pale yellow blood.
She looked at him, filled with worry and heartache.
"Your wound has split open again, what are you raging for?" Noticing the wound on Ji Chicheng’s chest opening, Charles frowned and gently scolded him. Then, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handkerchief and extended his hand to dab at Ji Chicheng’s wound, saying as he wiped, "This is exactly like Ji Zhengdao, always quick to anger, rough, a man should be more gracious."
