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…”

Tang Wan swayed, stumbled, and

“Wanwan!”

dilated. He quickly stepped forward, caught her just before she hit the

pounded wildly, and as it calmed slightly, he hesitated to

this moment, Tang Wan wasn’t completely unconscious; her hands instinctively tightened around Jiang

was rapid, burning

Jinsang lowered his

abnormally hot. Although she had drunk quite a bit tonight, her tolerance was good, and

arm and wrist,

cool compared to Tang Wan’s feverish forehead—she instinctively rubbed against it like a pitiful

you feeling headache and

was

lucky that he came to

rested her head against his chest, clutching at his

“What?”

was looking around the room to see if there was a first aid kit, just pinpointing it when

Tang Wan’s head was foggy, and she didn’t even know

head was throbbing, and she was feeling

was burning, heating up even the

normal man, and her actions made it difficult for him to keep his

hair. “Is

seemingly unaware of what he was saying,

her messages,

reason and

know who I am?” his voice