Ji Anning lowered her eyes and furrowed her brows in thought for a while, as if she had made some decision. She turned over, slowly got up, and leaned against the headboard.
Then, looking at Ji Chicheng, a blush crept onto her cheeks. She reached out a delicate, petite hand and waved at him gently, "Chicheng," she asked, "Could you please bend down a bit?"
Ji Chicheng had no idea what she was up to, and he wasn't inclined to ask. When she asked him to bend, he simply did.
His tall figure leaned in, his commanding presence drawing closer. Ji Anning's entire nervous system tensed up. She pursed her lips tightly, watching Ji Chicheng's face drawing near. She hesitated, then stretched out her neck, and her soft lips gently grazed across Ji Chicheng's cheek.
It was just a quick touch, fleeting like a shooting star, so fast that Ji Chicheng could not catch it, but it sent a thrill through his heart.
