Confronted by the completely naked young woman, the fire in his eyes ignited Ji Anning.
Effortlessly, he drew her into his fortress where she was conquered and controlled by him.
Ji Chicheng cradled Ji Anning like a fragile item, cautiously placing her on the bed before he kneeled with one knee on its edge, leaned forward, and indulged in his admiration of her.
As she was totally exposed before him, Ji Anning's face turned red with shyness, her hands frantically searching the bed for something to cover herself with.
Ji Chicheng suddenly grasped her wrists, "Don't move."
He furrowed his brows, his deep voice already a bit hoarse as he stared into Ji Anning's sparkling almond-shaped eyes, no longer able to restrain himself, grabbed one of her legs and sank down.
It was too direct, somewhat painful; Ji Anning frowned and let out a muffled groan. She pushed against Ji Chicheng's chest, forcefully pushing him, "Uncle, this could get me pregnant."
"I can afford to raise the child."
