Chapter 225: I miss you! (eleven)

Ji Anning's thoughts were interrupted, and when she reacted, she quickly took a sip of water, rinsed, and then lifted the quilt to get out of bed to vomit.
"There is a trash can next to it."
Ji Chicheng noticed Ji Anning's actions, speeded up his pace, and stepped forward to stop her.
The position of the trash can is different from Ji Anning's angle. He kicked it with his foot, "Just throw it in the trash can."
"Actually I want to go to the bathroom." Ji Anning was a little embarrassed and lowered his head.
Ji Chicheng ignored her blushing and shy, clutching her slender arm with big hands, "I will help you."
Three words, decisive, like a big decision to do.
"Uncle, it's not that serious, I can do it by myself." Ji Anning embarrassedly pushed Ji Chicheng away and lay in bed for too long. When she got out of bed, she felt like her head was heavy and her body was light. After getting off the bed and brewing for a while, she took a step towards the bathroom.
However, before she took two steps, the man suddenly stretched out his hand behind her and hugged her.
She stiffened, her mind was disturbed, she was completely confused.
Ji Anning slowly lowered her head and looked at Ji Chicheng's hands around her waist and his white and slender fingers. She flashed in her mind that he was playing beautifully melodic music under the sun again and again.
Every time a button is pressed, it seems to be twitching her heartstrings.
Contrary to her consciousness, her hand slowly lifted, trembling lightly, and placed it on the back of his hand. The moment she touched it, her heart trembled.
Ji Chicheng seemed to have caught the opportunity, and squeezed Ji Anning's small hand tightly with his backhand and wrapped it in her palm. A low voice sounded in her ear, "Help you, or hug you."
She was given two choices, and it was beyond doubt that he inherited his usual dominance.
Ji Anning felt tired, couldn't laugh or cry, his heart was sweet to death, but he still couldn't be so open and happy, so desperate, he chose to welcome or refuse.
"Uncle, let go, I really want to go to the bathroom. You can help me see if the porridge is hot or not. I will eat it later and I am starving to death."
She couldn't help using a coaxing tone.
Unexpectedly, this kind of tone would be very useful, Ji Chicheng nodded and agreed, "Okay."
He never procrastinated in his work and immediately let go of her.
Ji Anning breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to the bathroom with a feeble step.
Fortunately, he didn't insist on being overbearing, otherwise she wouldn't be able to pee, so what a shame.
There was too much blood flowing. When Ji Anning got up from the toilet, her eyes were dark again and she almost fell down. She was almost holding the wall out of the bathroom.
Opening the door, the man's presence was too strong, and she looked straight at him.
Her heart was softened, as if it turned into a puddle of water, flowing continuously, and couldn't pick it up.
Ji Chicheng was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the bowl, and carefully mixing the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, blowing with his mouth while stirring.
Ji Chicheng is actually doing such a careful thing...
While moved, Ji Anning felt surprised and incredible.
"The temperature is fine."
He can always find her suddenly when she stares at him in a daze, leaving her nowhere to avoid.
"Oh." Nodded in response, Ji Anning quickly moved his gaze away and took a step towards the man.
When she approached, Ji Chicheng took a spoonful of porridge in a hurry, lifted it up, and brought it to her mouth.
She instinctively avoided, frowning and said: "I eat myself."