The slightly furrowed brow had a bit of a playful, coquettish feel.
Before he had time to chew the fruit he had just put in his mouth, Ji Chicheng lowered his head, kissed her lips, and directly guided the piece of pear from her mouth into his own.
Then he straightened up, chewing while adjusting the collar of his shirt.
After swallowing the fruit in his mouth, he reached out to gently scrape the tip of Ji Anning's nose, "Have a little drink."
He lowered his head again, giving her a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
Ji Anning knew he was trying to charm her, but she couldn't fall for it. She wrapped her arms around his, refusing to let him go, "No, you can't drink at all."
His body was still in the mid-stage of recovery, he couldn't drink alcohol.
"Just one glass." Ji Chicheng raised a finger, his eyes almost pleading.
Ji Anning remained unmoved, "If you drink, then you're not going."
Her attitude was firm.
