Ji Chicheng said, "But I feel something's not right."
"What's not right?" Ji Anning tried her best to hide her unease. Just get through this night, and once this night is over, everything will be settled.
She didn't know what Ji Chicheng thought was wrong, and she didn't dare to continue discussing this topic with him. She said, "We've been seeing Doctor Zhou for quite some time now. He should be reliable."
After speaking, she turned and changed the subject with a smile, "Are you tired? I'll give you a massage."
"Sure."
Ji Chicheng was rarely so enthusiastic. He held Ji Anning's hand and walked over to the sofa to sit down.
Ji Anning climbed onto the sofa, sitting on the backrest, her small hands starting with Ji Chicheng's shoulders.
Ji Chicheng closed his eyes in enjoyment, his body slowly leaning back onto Ji Anning.
"Uncle, don't lean back, you're crushing me."
"You're crushing me, it's uncomfortable."
