Pampered by My Ex's Cousin

Chapter 547 - 539: Jealousy (Eighteen)

She took out her pajamas from the wardrobe, went straight into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and adjusted the water temperature, preparing to undress.

’Bang’

Outside the door, a sudden ’bang’ resounded. The bathroom door was not closed, so the sound was especially clear. Startled, she turned her head to look out.

The man’s tall figure stumbled into the room. Surprised, she opened her mouth, "Uncle!"

Before she could react, the man’s heavy body lunged at her.

Ji Anning was pushed against the wall by Ji Chicheng. Instinctively, she opened her arms. Her hands, suspended in the air, and her slender, soft body froze; she hesitated for a moment, looked down, and with trembling eyes, gazed at the man lying on top of her.

His body bore a strong scent of liquor, to the point that just smelling him made Ji Anning feel as though she was going to get drunk.

"Uncle?"

Ji Chicheng lay on Ji Anning’s shoulder, motionless, his breath heavy with alcohol against her neck, tickling it as if a feather was brushing over her skin.

Ji Anning’s body shivered uncontrollably. Her hands, still hanging in mid-air, moved slightly, then slowly came down, trembling... they rested on Ji Chicheng’s waist.

Gently, bit by bit, she clenched her fingers, pressing into his firm waist muscles, her heart leaping suddenly.

Ji Chicheng showed no reaction, only breathing heavily, appearing in great pain.

Ji Anning decided to just go for it, her fingers grabbing tightly around Ji Chicheng’s waist, she pushed him, "Uncle, you’re drunk. Go to sleep."

"Don’t move..." Ji Chicheng gestured ’shush’ at Ji Anning then wrapped his powerful arms around her from behind, his body pressing tightly against hers. In a slurred tone, he muttered to himself, "Let me hold you for a while, Anning... An’an..."

Ji Anning’s eyes grew hot, her heart torn by Ji Chicheng’s plea of ’Let me hold you for a while’, so painful that she couldn’t breathe.

She tilted her chin up, holding her breath.

Amidst the torment of morality and ethics, she couldn’t hold back the tears swirling in her eyes and, biting her teeth, still ’whimpered’ out loud.

Telling herself to let go, she must let go, but her hands wouldn’t release the man before her who had come seeking a bit of comfort.

She tried hard, she attempted.

Two years had passed, but she still couldn’t forget him, even though he was her biological uncle.

This love was clearly wrong, and she recognized the mistake, yet she was unable to correct this wrong.

"Anning... Ji Anning..."

Too drunk to stand on his own, Ji Chicheng’s entire weight pressed down on Ji Anning. Her waist, not yet fully healed, began to ache again under his pressure.

Frowning, she moved her hands to Ji Chicheng’s shoulders and pushed him away a little, saying with gritted teeth, "Uncle, I’ll help you to the bed to lie down."

"Ji Anning..."

Ji Chicheng, dissatisfied with Ji Anning pushing him away, tightened his grip on her a little more.

"Ah..."

Ji Anning, barefoot with no shoes on and the floor slightly wet, slipped a bit owing to Ji Chicheng’s recent domineering coquettish action, and lost her balance.

Falling backward.

Behind her was a bathtub already filled with water. After Ji Anning let out a cry of alarm,

’Splash,’ the two of them fell into the bathtub together.

Fortunately, they were still a bit away from the bathtub; Ji Anning’s head plunged directly into the water, while her back was shielded by Ji Chicheng’s arms and didn’t hurt too much.