Ji Anning opened her mouth, ready to let out a cry of pain for this round, but she sheepishly closed it instead.
Watching her wishing she could find a hole to crawl into, a sly smile flickered quickly in Ji Chicheng's dark eyes.
He withdrew his gaze and looked back down at her foot, furrowing his brows, "Ji Anning, did I stop you from 'flying'?"
Did he stop her from flying? Ji Anning frowned in confusion, "What?"
Ji Chicheng dipped his head slightly, his lips curled in a cool arc, not looking at Ji Anning's face, "Just now when I saw you, you were about to jump down, weren't you?"
Ji Anning: "..."
Could he read minds? He had discerned even the fleeting thought she harbored; this man was truly frightening.
She bit her lip, enduring the pain, and looked at Ji Chicheng with a furrowed brow and sullen expression.
Ji Chicheng held her foot with one hand, while his other hand gently pressed on the swollen area with two fingers, apparently checking her injury.
