So, that's why it was awkward, why his face flushed, why his heartbeat changed, why he… couldn't speak.
Ji Chicheng reached out, gently caressed Fenfen's little face, a trace of indulgence forming at the corner of his lips.
His eyes seemed to be gazing at Fenfen, but his peripheral vision always strayed toward Ji Anning, whose nightgown barely covered beyond her buttocks, her slender legs directly invading his line of sight.
His body grew increasingly hot.
He reached for the collar of his shirt, pulling at it forcefully.
Ji Anning thought he had drunk too much and felt hot, so without showing any reaction, she picked up the glass, and went to pour him a glass of water.
"Uncle, have some water."
She held the glass in both hands, lowering it in front of Ji Chicheng.
In a soft whisper, Ji Chicheng felt his Adam's apple tighten again, in desperate need of moisture, he reached out to take the glass of warm water from Ji Anning's hands, he tilted his head back and gulped it down.
