She reached for his waist, the uneven patch there densely packed, which she'd been mindful of all along, feeling it beneath her palm.
Even though she wasn't the one exerting effort, she was drenched in sweat.
The man's soft lips traced a path from her forehead, moving downwards, and along with that, he kissed away her sweat.
Ji Anning's eyes misted over, the sourness in her eyeballs unbearable.
So the man she loved, her uncle-in-law, loved her just as much.
Even though she wasn't the one exerting effort, in the end, she lay spent in his arms, greedily not wanting to leave him for even a moment.
So tired, truly too tired.
Exhausted, Ji Anning's hand slid down from Ji Chicheng's waist without strength, grazing over the rough area on the small of his back.
She remembered and opened her eyes, lifting her head to look over Ji Chicheng's shoulder, "Uncle-in-law, let me see the tattoo on your waist."
