Chapter 100: Forced Cohabitation (45)

"Peace!"
Suddenly someone calling her behind her was Yang Yufang's voice.
Ji Anning's thoughts were interrupted. She hurriedly moved her gaze away from Ji Chicheng's hand and turned to look at Yang Yufang, "Mom."
Shouting, she walked over, squeezing a smile on her face, "Why haven't you slept so late?"
She was afraid that Yang Yufang would ask her why she came back so late. She really didn't want to lie in front of Ji Chicheng. She couldn't do it, so she took the initiative.
She watched Yang Yufang finished asking, and Ji Chicheng happened to walk behind her with the cup, probably going downstairs to pour water.
Ji Anning was relieved all over.
"Jing Feng has a fever, more than thirty-nine degrees. He has just taken medicine. I am not worried. I am going to see if his fever is gone."
Yang Yufang said with a frown, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed Ji Anning's hand, and laughed, "Anning, you came back just right. Go and see if Jing Feng's fever has gone away. You can stay in his room at night, and he will have a fever for a while. You must drink water when you are up. Take care of me, I just happen to be sleepy."
She opened her mouth and yawned, looking really sleepy.
‘Uh’, Ji Anning was stunned when he heard the words. He looked at the stairs almost out of instinct.
At the same time, the man's footsteps paused, and his body followed.
But in less than a second, his long legs took a bigger step, walked to the top of the stairs, turned, and disappeared.
The sound of heavy footsteps entered Ji Anning’s ears, and there was no reason to say no. She should have agreed without hesitation, but she lowered her head and struggled for a while before nodding gently, "... it is good."
In fact, even if she thought, Ji Jingfeng might not let her stay in his room overnight, he hated her so much.
So why is she hesitating? Why hesitate?
Ji Anning curled her lips mockingly.
"Then you go quickly." Yang Yufang couldn't wait to push Ji Anning into Ji Jingfeng's room.
Ji Anning glanced at her helplessly, turned around and sent the bag back to his room before entering Ji Jingfeng's room.
The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, only the bedside lamp was turned on and the light was dim.
There is a light scent that seems to be absent, it is the perfume that Ji Jingfeng usually uses. The room has not changed much from the last time she entered.
The last time I came in, it seemed to be a month ago, and my mother asked her to call Ji Jingfeng to go downstairs to eat supper.
That time Jing Feng sat in front of the computer, playing games, and was very involved. She just called him when she came in, and immediately went out.
He walked to the bed and looked at Ji Jingfeng, who was lying on the bed in a drowsy state. Ji Anning stretched out her hand and paused in mid-air for two seconds before moving forward again, touching Ji Jingfeng’s forehead, although it was still hot. , But already sweating.
She retracted her hand, bent over and sat down on the edge of the bed, and drew a few paper towels to help Ji Jingfeng wipe his sweat.
"What are you doing here?"
Ji Jingfeng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ji Anning coldly, without hiding the disgust in his eyes.
Ji Anning didn't expect that he would wake up suddenly, and the hand outstretched shuddered, and hurriedly took it back, "You have a fever. Mom asked me to take care of you."
With a simple and clear explanation, she threw the paper in her hand into the trash can.
"Ji Anning!"
A dangerous light flashed in Ji Jingfeng's eyes, and when Ji Anning realized that his hand had reached out and grabbed her arm.
She was unprepared and was dragged down by him, and then he rolled over and pressed on her.
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