Chapter 95: Forced Cohabitation (Forty)

The action is too fast, and it's done in one go.
Yang Danning opened his mouth without even making a sound. He watched Ji Chicheng unplug the infusion tube, "Brother Chicheng, what are you doing?"
She got up nervously, hurriedly went outside, brought the cotton wool box over, and prepared to stop the bleeding from Ji Chicheng's pinhole.
However, his tall body walked past her, and she didn't even touch him.
"Brother Chicheng."
Ji Chicheng's long legs took heavy steps, and Yang Danning was struggling to chase after him. He didn't respond to calling him.
She jogged, and when she reached the teaching building, Ji Chicheng stopped before she caught up, "The doctor told you to rest well, not to be too tired, and to eat regularly."
She was still holding cotton wool in her hand, saying that she tried to reach out and help Ji Chicheng deal with the blood oozing from the pinhole.
When her hand was about to touch the back of Ji Chicheng's hand, Ji Chicheng suddenly took her hand behind her and looked down at her with cold eyes, "Miss Yang, thank you for your concern. I want to be alone now. Okay?"
"amount!"
Ji Chicheng's tone was too blunt and impatience, Yang Danning's hand outstretched froze, his expression also stiff.
She looked up at him with an injured face, "Brother Chicheng."
Ji Chicheng ignored her, turned around, his eyes swept across the third floor of the teaching building, his deep black eyes were dark and cold.
On the back of his hand, the blood oozing out of the pinhole has dried up, a blood stain, to the middle finger, on the back of his white hand, bright and dazzling.
‘Uncle, uncle, what's wrong with you, uncle? ’
‘Ji Anning, go buy me this candy. ’
‘This is a popping candy, which children like to eat. ’
‘Ji Anning, I have low blood sugar, remember to buy me this candy in the future. ’
'Yeah, I got it. ’
He walked faster and faster, walked to the school parking lot, and walked straight to his car.
Seeing the "crack flower" on the windshield, Ji Chicheng paused for all his movements.
In the next second, he walked quickly, clenched his fist hand, and slammed into the piece, with a'boom', the scarred glass finally broke.
Small pieces scattered around.
Ignoring the injury on the back of his hand, Ji Chicheng pulled the car door and drove away with the broken windshield.
...
Ji Anning’s last memory is still on the bus. He wakes up early every morning and goes back to study at night. The road is very tired, so he fell asleep in the bus.
For some reason, when she woke up, she was blindfolded and lay on the soft and comfortable bed.
She came back a little bit of consciousness, reaching out to lift the blindfold.
Suddenly, a heavy body pressed down.
Then came the overwhelming kiss with a scent of alcohol. Her mouth was sealed and her teeth were easily pried open by the other party.
'Well……'
The kiss was too crazy and too intense, Ji Anning was almost out of breath, she clenched her fist and beat the man on the back.
The man frowned, caught her slender wrist with his big hand, grabbed it, and raised it above his head.
His lips and tongue continued to linger with her domineeringly, not giving her the slightest room for resistance and giving her no chance to speak.
The strong smell of wine made Ji Anning feel pungent, and at the same time, there was an inexplicable stinging pain on the apex of her heart.
She could feel that he was very angry, very annoyed, and he could guess it without having to look at his drunken state and his rough behavior.