Chapter 921: Sister Ajin, You Hurt Me

Gu Jin is really beautiful; her eyelashes are dense and long, like little fans gently sweeping over An Mingji’s heart, making him feel ticklish.

"I’m talking to you, did you hear me?!"

An Mingji restrained the expression on his face and nodded obediently at her, "Yes, yes, I got it, it won’t happen again."

"That’s more like it."

Gu Jin withdrew her hand, preparing to return to her original seat.

Just as she got up to leave, she was suddenly knocked down onto the sandalwood chair.

Because the chair was covered in soft fur, there was no impact felt by Gu Jin when she fell.

But An Mingji was tall and heavy, pressing on her body, restricting her movements.

"You brat, get off me!"

An Mingji restrained her struggling limbs. Once Gu Jin stopped moving, he cupped her palm-sized pretty face with his hand, lowering his head slightly.

Their foreheads touched, and their noses brushed against each other, sparking a sudden intimacy.

Gu Jin blinked, her heart racing inexplicably.

The closeness of the posture, coupled with An’s behavior, suddenly made her feel at a loss, with a hint of unclear anticipation.

"You, An, what are you trying to do?" She couldn’t even put her words together.

An Mingji’s deep eyes were like a warm spring, gentle and soft, making people unconsciously lower all their defenses.

He stared at Gu Jin’s lips, with suppressed desire in his eyes.

Not sure what came to his mind, he slightly lowered his gaze, hiding all the desire in his eyes.

His attractive thin lips parted slightly: "Sister Jin, you hurt me."

The young man’s voice was lazy and luxurious, akin to a heavenly melody.

Gu Jin, however, only heard the grievance in his tone.

"Did I squeeze too hard?"

She suddenly pushed An Mingji off her body, careful to ensure he wouldn’t hit the furniture.

After getting up, Gu Jin lifted the boy’s light blue homewear and saw the place she had squeezed earlier, which indeed turned red in a large area.

She exerted force because she wanted An Mingji to remember not to go out alone next time, as she was genuinely worried.

But seeing such a big red area, her heart ached.

"Ow!"

Duoduo also came forward, wanting to examine the master’s injuries.

"Woof woof——" Upon seeing the spots, it suddenly barked.

Gu Jin gently pushed Duoduo’s approaching head, "Duoduo, don’t cause trouble, go play on the side."

Duoduo retreated two steps, and Gu Jin opened her palm, using her mind to take out a bottle of ointment from her space.

"If it hurts, why didn’t you speak up? Let’s see if you dare to deliberately make me angry next time!"

While tenderly applying medication to Little An, Gu Jin spoke with indignation.

Her affectionate tone revealed traces of regret.

An Mingji lowered his gaze, staring at the slender neck exposed by Gu Jin’s bowed head.

He couldn’t help but swallow, with suppressed desire gleaming in his deep, peach blossom eyes.

His lips subconsciously pursed lightly.

He desperately wanted to kiss, to taste the temperature of that skin.

An Mingji’s hand on the seat’s fur mat couldn’t help but grip tightly; Ji Li restrained the desire in his heart.

But the white patch swaying back and forth in front of him was quite tempting.

An Mingji’s tightly clenched hand loosened, then tightened, and loosened again.

Ultimately, he couldn’t resist and slowly moved closer to Gu Jin.

His thin lips, tightened with tension, even trembled slightly.

Just a fingertip away from Gu Jin, his lips were nearly touching that piece of porcelain-white skin when Gu Jin suddenly lifted her head.

Their gazes collided closely.

Your eyes hold me, my eyes reflect you.