Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 122: 111 Fifth Master: Kissing You Because I Like It (3 More) Chapter 122: 111 Fifth Master: Kissing You Because I Like It (3 More) Jiang Jinsang had barely stepped out of the door when, instead of making even a slight detour to save appearances or play along, he headed straight to the room next door.

The door creaked open.

Shuci slightly raised her eyebrows, he really was…

So straightforward, going there straightaway?

“Shuci, let’s keep reading the story!” Jiangjiang seemed unaware of the noise and was propping his cheek, waiting expectantly for her to continue.

“Okay,” Shuci gritted her teeth.

This Jiang Jinsang really dug a big hole for her. Now she couldn’t leave the child alone to go next door. If Jiangjiang followed along and caught them in the act, kids say anything—they might blurt out something…

Whether Jiang Jinsang was dead or alive didn’t concern her, but she had to consider Wanwan’s situation.

Originally, she was supposed to corner Jiang Jinsang, and this situation was…

Now it seemed she was the one caught in a trap!

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As Jiang Jinsang pushed the door open, Tang Wan wasn’t lying in bed but was just coming out of the washroom, leaning on the wall, her face unnaturally red, and she staggered on her feet. Seeing Jiang Jinsang, she seemed a bit surprised.

“Big Brother Wu—”

Her voice, already soft, became even huskier and smokier from alcohol, making her speech seductively shy.

“How are you feeling?” Jiang Jinsang closed the door casually. “How much did you drink tonight…”

finished speaking, Tang Wan swayed,

“Wanwan!”

just before she hit the ground, pulling

it calmed slightly, he hesitated to move

Wan wasn’t completely unconscious; her hands instinctively tightened

breathing was

Jiang Jinsang lowered

she had drunk quite a bit

arm and wrist, then

was cool compared to Tang Wan’s feverish forehead—she

you feeling headache and

most likely was a

that he came to check, otherwise enduring the

her head against his chest, clutching at his shirt, whispering softly,

“What?”

if there was a first aid kit, just pinpointing it when her question

foggy, and she didn’t even know what

and she was feeling

forehead was burning, heating up even

all, he was a normal man, and her actions made

through her hair. “Is there a first aid

small face, seemingly unaware of what he was saying, her

her all day and not replied to her messages, he already felt uneasy. Seeing her in this state, all

and restraint

who I am?” his voice