"Jingfeng, what are you doing?" Ji Anning stared wide-eyed, suppressing her voice to avoid alarming people in other rooms as she exclaimed in shock.
She pushed against his chest with both hands, mustering all her strength.
But he was still a man, and even sick, she was no match for his strength.
Ji Jingfeng buried his face into the crook of Ji Anning's neck, his burning lips bit down on a soft patch of her skin, sucking hard.
"Ah!" Ji Anning winced in pain, tears forced from her eyes.
Her hands remained pressed against Ji Jingfeng's chest, never entertaining the thought of giving up.
Suddenly, Ji Jingfeng's hand moved under her skirt. She stiffened instinctively, squeezing her legs together while simultaneously grabbing his neck with one hand, mustering brute force to push him away suddenly.
Ji Jingfeng, toppled by Ji Anning, lay flat on the bed, his feet on the ground, catching his breath weakly.
