"You enjoyed that just now, didn't you?"
Ji Chicheng looked down at Ji Anning; his words left her dazed, unable to keep up with his pace.
By the time she finally understood, before she could even feel embarrassed, Ji Chicheng suddenly bent down, giving her no chance to react, and dominantly sealed her lips with his.
His tongue lingered on her lips, teasingly, as if attacking yet not advancing.
Ji Anning stared wide-eyed at him, his deep eyes shimmering, filled with a teasing and ambiguous warmth that made her feel both embarrassed and angry.
He was doing it on purpose, deliberately teasing her with his tongue.
Ji Anning glared at him in embarrassment and anger, reaching out to push Ji Chicheng, but he retreated before she could.
He straightened up, softly wiped her glistening lips with the pad of his thumb, raised an eyebrow, and looked at her glaring back at him, "You kiss with your eyes wide open looking at me, aren't you embarrassed?"
