Chapter 142: Forced Cohabitation (87)

"Nothing." Ji Anning gently shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled, and put his hands on Ji Chicheng's shoulders, fingers bend.
It was quiet at night, and there was no other person in the lobby except the security guard and the front desk on duty.
Ji Chicheng just carried Ji Anning out in such a grand manner.
After getting in the car, Ji Chicheng strenuously stuffed Ji Anning into the passenger seat, then he got into the car, fastened his seat belt and made a phone call with his mobile phone.
"Come to my apartment and bring your basic professional equipment."
"Well, a pig's hoof was hurt. I'm not sure if the bone is cracked."
Trotter... is it her foot? Ji Anning looked down at her injured foot, her face getting darker and darker.
After thinking about it, Ji Chicheng had finished the phone call and started the car.
Her seat belt was not fastened, and the system kept sending out reminders. Ji Chicheng frowned and glanced at her, "Your paws are not damaged?"
Ji Anning: "..."
Hoofs, claws.
She stared at the man next to her with a dark face, fastened her seat belt, and turned her face away to look out the window. At this time, the car window was open, accompanied by a cool evening breeze, blowing slowly, just to keep people awake.
The corners of Ji Anning's mouth could not help but smile, a touch of ups and downs.
His apartment was the same as her last visit, the same clean, the same tidy, and the same timidly excited.
"Someone will show you in a while, can you bear the pain now?"
Ji Anning was still looking around, Ji Chicheng's voice sounded in her ears, he helped her walk to the sofa, and the tone of inquiry seemed to have a trace of concern.
I don't know if it was her illusion, Ji Anning was flattered for a while, and then nodded, "Yes."
Can't help but still have to endure it.
Thinking like this, Master Ji suddenly made up for her again, "Can't help but you have to bear it."
Ji Anning: "..."
Hey hey, make a knife to her wound. This is not the first time he has done this kind of thing, he is used to it.
Habits have become natural. For him, she has long been natural, isn't she?
Thinking of this, she had a hint of sweetness in her heart, and her lips couldn't help but bend.
‘Ding Dong...’
At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly, and Ji Chicheng looked back at the door, speeded up and helped Ji Anning to sit down on the sofa.
Then he turned around, but instead of going to the gate, he entered a room, a room with a cupboard for women's clothing.
Ji Anning looked at him suspiciously, and the door rang like a reminder. He didn't open the door, why would he run into that room?
Could it be his girlfriend here? ! !
As soon as this speculation was born, Ji Chicheng came out, walking towards her with a set of white clothes, trousers and jacket in his hand.
She looked at him puzzledly and blinked a few times.
"Put it on."
Ji Chicheng ignored Ji Anning's confusion, threw the clothes he was holding to him, and then turned and walked towards the gate.
For her?
Ji Anning was stunned, and suddenly remembered, she looked down at the clothes she was wearing, her face flushed...
She is still wearing a "costume", that pajamas, and now, the roots of her thighs are exposed.
Maybe it's not just now, maybe from the beginning to the present, before him, he is in this state of naked~breast~exposed~breast.
Ah... ashamed.
Ji Anning roared inwardly, wishing to find a place to get in.