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…”

speaking, Tang Wan swayed,

“Wanwan!”

her just before she hit the ground, pulling her into his arms. His hands naturally overlapped, steadying

heart pounded wildly, and as it calmed slightly, he

Tang Wan wasn’t completely unconscious; her hands instinctively tightened around

was

Jinsang lowered his

drunk quite a

wrist, then reached

to Tang Wan’s feverish forehead—she instinctively rubbed against

you feeling headache

likely was

the alcohol. It was lucky that he came

Wan rested her head against his chest, clutching at his shirt, whispering softly, “Do you like

“What?”

to see if there was

foggy, and she didn’t even know what she was doing, rubbing against

she was feeling feverish—how could she be

was burning, heating up even the

normal man, and her actions

ran his fingers through her hair. “Is

Wan looked up with her small face, seemingly unaware of what he was saying, her face burning red, the corners

replied to her messages, he already felt

and

you know who I am?” his voice grew