The palm is close to her palm, and the temperature of the palm is mixed with the sweat in her palm.

His kiss became more and more gentle, his tongue pried away Ji Anning's teeth, he went in, and entangled her wantonly.

The air in the room became ambiguous and shy following the lingering of the two.

Ji Anning clearly felt that the man's body was changing rapidly, and his firm desire stared at her legs.

Still a little change.

‘He’s your relatives...’

Suddenly, Ji Zhengdao's words broke into her mind, Ji Anning opened his eyes suddenly, "Uncle!"

Subconsciously pushed Ji Chicheng away, sat up, panting heavily, and stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Ji Chicheng stared at Ji Anning for a while, and then said lightly: "Don't wake up in a while."

As he got up and got out of bed, his tall body stood up in front of Ji Anning and walked to the bathroom with his feet up.

Ji Anning looked at him, suddenly stretched out his hands, and hugged his waist, "Uncle."

She suppressed the painful voice, making Ji Chicheng's heart tense.

Ji Chicheng did not speak, slowly lowered his eyes, raised his hands, and gently patted the back of Ji Anning's hand.

Gentle, with care.

Ji Anning was relieved now, she sniffed and let go.

Ji Chicheng continued to raise his foot and entered the bathroom.

...

After more than three months, the new play was finally completed in Kyoto.

Ji Anning was back home. At the celebration banquet, she kept watching the time, for fear of missing the plane after nine o'clock.

But the director and producer are there, and she doesn't wait for a while, always feels inappropriate.

"It's almost time. Go drive and I'll greet the director."

Ji Anning took another look at the time. It was half past seven. She really couldn't bear it. She confessed to the assistant. Then she brought champagne to her and smiled with the crew and the crew who worked hard together for three months. The actors say hello.

Finally, she walked up to the director and the producer, and she raised her glass to them from afar, "Director Zhang, my plane at 9:30 is really going to leave, you guys have fun."

Both men are quite fat, in their forties, and one of them is a little bald.

When Ji Anning said he was leaving, the bald man frowned and said dissatisfied: "Nianjia, you are so disappointed. How can you, the protagonist, withdraw first on such a happy day today?"

Ji Anning looked apologetic, "It's really the children who are making trouble. Next time, next time I come back, I will invite Director Zhang and Producer Wang to dinner.

Hearing that, another middle-aged man looked at Ji Anning with a pity: "You said that when you were young, you were **** by your child. With your terms, you can devote yourself to work and it will not take a year. , You can stand out among the first-tier female stars in China."

Ji Anning smiled, and did not answer the man's words, "Then I'll go first, and Director Zhang, you all have fun."

As she said, she raised the wine glass in her hand, raised her head and drank the champagne inside.

Upon seeing this, the two middle-aged men did not embarrass her again.

"Go ahead, be careful on the way."

"Thank you, Director Zhang."

Thanks, Ji Anning turned around, walked to the table gracefully, put the cup down, and left.

The Spring Festival is about to be celebrated in more than half a month. At this time, in Kyoto, the temperature at night is six or seven degrees below zero. It has just snowed and there is still snow on both sides of the road.

Ji Anning went out, wrapped her down coat tightly, with long hair, messy by the wind, she reached out and dialed.