His lips curled up in smug satisfaction, a continuous sense of achievement he had never experienced before swelled within him.
From childhood to adulthood, countless women had been infatuated with him, yet he only ever spared a glance for her.
His gaze was so intense, so scorching, it startled Ji Anning who had been staring at him with infatuation.
"How much longer until we get there?"
Caught staring at his face like a lovestruck fool, Ji Anning felt a bit embarrassed and tried to find a topic to ease her awkwardness.
"What's that shiny thing on your chin?" Ji Chicheng stared at Ji Anning's chin, asking with an expressionless face.
Shiny? Ji Anning was stunned, "What... what?"
She couldn't possibly be drooling, could she?
No way, she might like his face, but there's no way she'd lower herself to the point of drooling.
Ji Anning was convinced she couldn't be drooling, and as she lifted her head, she caught the sly smile flickering in Ji Chicheng's eyes and scowled.
