Pampered by My Ex's Cousin

Chapter 614 - 606: Five Minutes, Stay Still (Part Two)

Ji Anning’s eyes widened even larger, stupefied, letting the man’s lips nibble lightly on hers.

She allowed his tongue to pry open her teeth, hooking up with her tongue, twining slowly and languidly.

Her hands clenched into fists, pressed stiffly on the couch while her body, stirred up by the man’s kiss, became softer and softer.

Five minutes, how long is that?

Would they suffocate?

Ji Chicheng’s body also remained motionless, his hands almost positioned like Ji Anning’s.

And so, second by second passed by, with Ji Anning’s heartbeat missing half a beat to pounding furiously.

Even though a spring of desire was ruffled, they did not cross the slightest boundary.

Ji Chicheng opened his mouth with each movement as if he wanted to devour Ji Anning, each one stirring a tide of desire within her.

Ji Anning panted continuously, her fists sweated in her palms and so did her neck.

The more fiercely Ji Chicheng kissed, the more void Ji Anning felt inside, what to do... she really wanted to embrace him, really wanted to hold him tight.

"The ball is in... the ball is in..."

The desire was almost uncontrollable, Ji Anning was about to turn her head to look at the screen, to distract herself, when Ji Chicheng suddenly reached out to embrace her, pushing her down on the couch.

He bowed his head, his deep black eyes shimmering as he looked at her.

Ji Anning’s heart missed a beat and suddenly, the commentator’s excited voice came from the TV again.

"Barcelona has scored another goal five minutes after the previous one..."

Barcelona again?

Ji Anning turned her head to look at the TV screen, where Barcelona’s players were hugging and cheering, some rolling on the ground, venting their excitement and thrill.

She looked at Ji Chicheng again.

His eyes, still firmly fixed on her, unaware of what he was thinking.

Her slightly swollen lips from the kisses trembled as she spoke, "Uncle, are you going to..."

Do what!

Before she could finish her question, Ji Chicheng suddenly spoke, interrupting her, "Do nothing."

Just looking, closely looking, to see if Anning has changed over two years.

Is it... still that little Anning who took his hand, saying she would take him to run away together?

Ji Anning pursed her lips, her eyes meeting Ji Chicheng’s.

Her hearing automatically shut out the sound from the TV, everything around her became very quiet, as if it all had stopped.

They could clearly feel each other’s heartbeat, each other’s breath, and their desire for each other.

"Just now, in the first half, Barcelona has scored two goals, leading Real Madrid with a score of two to zero..."

The halftime break ended and the second half began.

Ji Chicheng suddenly stood up, resuming his original sitting position.

Ji Anning glanced at him but did not get up right away, taking several deep breaths, she slowly got up and sat back, leaning on the comfortable and soft backrest of the couch.

She watched the TV absent-mindedly.

Her hands casually rested on the couch and, once her heartbeat had stabilized somewhat, she stole a glance at the man beside her, who was engrossed in the game.

Ji Anning looked down to see Ji Chicheng’s handsome hand, right beside her own.

The long fingers, clear knuckles, seemed so still yet as if they were stirring her heartstrings, her hand involuntarily moved closer.

Little by little.

Finally, her little finger touched Ji Chicheng’s little finger, and she lifted hers, scratching at his knuckle.

Then she looked at Ji Chicheng’s face, he showed no reaction whatsoever.

She used two fingers to slide underneath the palm of Ji Chicheng’s hand.