She didn't know what had happened, but when she opened the door, she was startled.
The man stood with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his immaculate black trousers; his white shirt made his peach-blossom eyes that smiled at her appear even more bright and clean.
His tall figure leaned lazily against the doorframe of Ji Anning's room, his profile facing her, seemingly in a very good mood.
Ji Anning wasn't sure if the others in the home had woken up, and she dared not make a sound, only glaring fiercely at Ji Chicheng with her bright, almond-shaped eyes.
Not only did Ji Chicheng ignore her silent message, but he also leaned in swiftly and pressed a kiss to her lips.
It was as light as a dragonfly touching the water.
"Grandfather, I'm definitely being framed by someone,"
Just then, Ji Jingfeng's voice suddenly came from downstairs, his tone full of grievance.
