With the scent of alcohol in the air, Ji Anning felt intoxicated just by sniffing it.
His lips moved from hers, downwards, continuing softly along her neck, stopping at her collarbone to lightly kiss and nibble.
It wasn't enough, it would never be enough.
In the cramped space, the man bent down over Ji Anning, lifting her skirt, removing her only restraint.
Ji Anning felt a chill beneath her, and quickly covered herself with her hands, "Don't, there's no... no protection."
Her wide-eyed, panic-stricken expression on her small face was particularly provocative.
Ji Chicheng couldn't help but tease her, "Have another child."
Despite his joking tone, Ji Anning tensed, "Uncle."
Ji Chicheng laughed and bit her lip, "Take medicine."
...
"Did you see what Ji Chicheng put in the red packet he gave you?"
"Ah…"
