Pampered by My Ex's Cousin-Chapter 757 - 749: Remember to Close the Door When Doing That Kind of Thing (Part Five)
"Ji Anning, you’re dead meat," Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth and charged over.
Ji Anning quickly fled, but upon reaching the doorway, she inevitably ended up being caught. Ji Chicheng pinned her against the door, capturing both her hands in one of his and lifting them above her head, while his other hand tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Looking at her innocently widened eyes, he wickedly curved his lips, "My dear niece, let uncle show you how sweet this cake is."
With that, he bent down and pressed his cream-coated lips against Ji Anning’s lips.
Immediately, his tongue pried her teeth apart and pushed the creamy cake into her mouth, forcing her to swallow.
This... this was way too intimate. Ji Anning felt her soul being stirred by Ji Chicheng’s tongue, leaving her somewhat disoriented.
This was already the third time, the third kiss since he had woken up. If this continued, she couldn’t guarantee her self-control.
The cream also carried a hint of blood, reminding Ji Anning that he was still injured.
She took the opportunity when Ji Chicheng pulled back his lips to breathe to express her concern, "Uncle, your wound..."
Ji Chicheng’s husky voice replied, "First, heal the internal injuries."
As Ji Anning pondered the meaning of Ji Chicheng’s words, he suddenly released one of her hands, holding onto the other, and pulled it down, directly placing it onto a certain part of him.
The unbearably hard contact made her heart race and her cheeks flush a crimson as if about to bleed.
She could feel how much he desired her, how much he was suffering her shaking hand gripped him, not daring to look up, not daring to look at him.
"Want it?"
The man’s deep, husky voice resonated above Ji Anning’s head, his hot breath fanning her face, as though igniting her body. She tilted her small face up slightly, her bright eyes shimmering with moisture.
Pure, beautiful.
Ji Chicheng couldn’t resist. He opened his mouth and captured her red lips, his teeth teasingly grazing against them, "Anning, hold me tight."
His voice, as if laced with seduction, tempted Ji Anning to wrap her other hand around his strong waist.
"Your wound is bleeding again. If you... if you’re really in pain," she still worried about his injury, stammering, "I... I... I can help you... with my hand."
Having said that, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into, mortified to death.
Ji Chicheng lifted Ji Anning’s chin again, his brows slightly furrowed, "Look at me. Don’t you want to?"
"I... I don’t want to," Ji Anning quickly responded, lowering her head again, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over her hand holding onto Ji Chicheng’s.
Ah... this was truly fatal.
Was she actually going to sleep with her own uncle?
She was so conflicted. Should she go through with it? Besides, he was injured. What if he passed out during the act, and it got out? Would the news headline read something like this?
’Scandal between uncle and niece, succumbing to lust, causing the uncle to faint.’
No, no, they needed to be more discreet, more cautious. But now that the arrow was on the string, it had to be shot, so it could only be this way.
After a struggle within her heart, Ji Anning reached out and hooked her arm around Ji Chicheng’s neck, stood on her toes, and kissed his lips, engaging in a passionate exchange.
...
These past few days, Ji Anning had been vigilantly caring for Ji Chicheng at his sickbed with hardly any sleep. Upon lying down on the bed, she fell into a deep slumber until dinner time.
When she opened her eyes, Ji Chicheng had already ordered food and was waiting for her.
