Seeing her standing there unmoved, she added, "It's such cold weather, and in this area, unless someone takes a taxi here, it's really hard to find one now."
Then her gaze shifted back to Ji Chicheng in the driver's seat, "This way I can sit in the passenger seat and get closer to him."
As she spoke, she suddenly leaned forward, reaching her hand around Ji Chicheng's neck, her lips coated in lipstick, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Ji Anning's heart twinged in pain, and Ji Chicheng hadn't expected it either, his face turning instantly ashen.
Just as he was about to lift his head to push Xin Xiaoxiao away, Ji Anning's voice, light and airy, drifted in from outside, "No need, someone is coming to pick me up soon. Enjoy your meal."
She curved her lips into a slight smile and then gracefully turned and left.
