Upon hearing the word "secretary," Ji Anning became even more uneasy, "She's pretty."
Cases of bosses and secretaries, whether in novels, TV dramas, or real life, weren't there many?
Separated by mountains and oceans, Ji Chicheng didn't want to tease her or make her uneasy, his attitude turned serious, "I've encountered many like her, but none of them are you."
His warm, honey-like sweet nothings, as if whispered right in her ear, made all her worries and defenses dissolve instantly.
She watched the man in the video, clearly drunk as a skunk, yet not losing any charm, he was still that Ji Chicheng, her irresistible uncle.
Without realizing it, Ji Anning's feet also climbed onto the chair, curling up her body, leaning against the cold stone chair back, in the exact same posture as the Chicheng on the other side.
Though they were separated by oceans and seas and saw each other through video, it didn't ease a bit of their longing; instead, it grew stronger.
