Marry her.
Marry him.
But how could they consider this matter now? How could they become husband and wife in good conscience?
They were... they were uncle and niece.
"You're drunk," he said.
Ji Anning turned her face away, looking out the window at the alluring city lights. As long as their hearts remembered their original intentions, that was good enough, right?
"Anning, let's get married," Ji Chicheng kept repeating as he grabbed Ji Anning's hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed the ring on her ring finger.
His breath was heavy, as hot as flames, filled with desire and possessiveness.
Ji Anning's heart was stirred by his tenderness, his deep and husky voice causing her to tingle and squirm.
Her lips trembled slightly. "Uncle, we..."
Before she could finish, the man suddenly withdrew his hand from inside her clothes, held the back of her head, and captured her lips in a kiss. "Mmm."
Ji Anning was taken aback.
Heaven!
