Hands clasped tightly, she finally went to open the door, and the tall figure quickly dashed out.
Seeing the door opened and then shut again, Ji Anning's mouth corners sank with disappointment.
"Sigh."
She really had no limits now, daring to harbor such fantasies about him despite their familial relationship.
Ji Anning, you really are... incurable.
...
Yesterday, she had promised Fenfen to make a loving breakfast, so Ji Anning got up early the next day.
She busied herself in the kitchen all morning.
"Whoa, Ji Anning, did you make breakfast by hand?"
Just as Ji Anning had placed the breakfasts on the table, Ji Mingyue arrived, stretching lazily as she walked. Seeing Ji Anning in an apron, she burst into surprised laughter.
Her gaze eagerly shifted to Ji Anning's handiwork, glancing over the four breakfasts on the table—three identical ones and one different for Fenfen.
"Hey, don't mind the taste just yet, but it sure looks the part."
