Then he lay on the windowsill as before, stretched out his hands to Ji Anning, "Give me your hand."

Seeing him see the impeccable big hands, Ji Anning felt inexplicably at ease and relieved in her heart.

He stretched out his hand without hesitation, even a little impatient, wanting to grab his hand, as if he had been longing for a long time.

But both of them stretched their hands to the limit, and they couldn't touch each other, and the distance was still far away.

Ji Chicheng looked down, then climbed onto the window sill without hesitation and turned it out.

Upon seeing this, Ji Anning screamed in fright: "Uncle, no."

"Shut up." Ji Chicheng gave her a warning look, and she immediately closed her mouth, as if she was frightened, timidly, the sweat rolling down her forehead moistened her small face.

Ji Chicheng looked at her like that, and couldn't help smiling, "Ji Anning, are you afraid?"

As he asked, he stretched his hand to her as best as he could, half of him was already outside the window.

Seeing his hand getting closer, Ji Anning swallowed and shook his head, "Not afraid."

Ji Chicheng bent his lips and stretched his hand forward a little bit, "Give me your hand."

His voice is mixed with a little smile, which is rare. Ji Anning looked at his face, sweaty, but he was less indifferent and warm.

She couldn't help the Sparrow, and slowly stretched out her hand to him, a little forward...a little forward.

Finally, when he touched his big hand, his soft palm was covered with sweat, and his fingertips were cold.

It was totally different from what she had imagined countless times in her mind. She felt that the palm of his beautiful hand must be soft and warm.

Her thoughts couldn't help. Ji Chicheng glanced at him, curled his eyebrows and gritted his teeth, "Ji Anning, I want to kill you."

Damn, what the **** was thinking about that could make her wonder at this moment.

Look at her little excited eyes just now.

He gritted his teeth and said angrily, and he immediately reminded her in a deep voice, "From now on, hold on tight. When I pull hard, you can cooperate with the good foot."

Ji Anning knew what he was going to do, looked down, her hair was horrified, but she still pretended to be calm and nodded vigorously.

In the next second, Ji Chicheng yanked hard. Before Ji Anning could react, he was dragged down from the protruding wall, and her body was suspended in the air. The moment she fell, her heart was also relaxed. 'It seemed to be thrown out.

Opening his mouth almost yelled out, and finally restrained it, becoming a silent exclamation.

Now, she only relied on Ji Chicheng to hold her with one hand, without any support, as long as he let go, she would fall off.

She raised her head in fear and looked at Ji Chicheng, "Uncle, save me!"

Ji Chicheng sneered, "Heh, I really want to throw you down."

He gave up when he died.

At that moment, he really had such an idea, let go, and they would fall together, so there is no need to worry about the next move.

Ji Anning stared at Ji Chicheng’s eyes, a flash of horror flashed in her eyes, and then she also sneered, "If I die, your Ji family will be in the news headlines for a few days. Don’t blame me if I die. Discredit your family."

She actually saw murderous in his eyes. Just now, she raised her head and begged him to save her.

He really wanted him to die.