"Kitty Chiang, what type do you think I am?"
"A bully type, maybe someone prefers a refined and handsome scholar," Chiang Xiao snorted.
This man was really outrageous, there was hardly any tenderness when he kissed her. Oh, gentle kisses were always just an appetizer for him; what followed was the kind of wild intensity that seemed like he wanted to roll her tongue up and swallow it.
"But I'm Little's favorite type, right?" Meng Xinian raised an eyebrow.
Chiang Xiao laughed as she fell into his arms.
This man really had no shame.
They lingered affectionately for quite a while before Meng Xinian had to go back. Even having this half-day was good enough.
After he left, Chiang Xiao went to the hospital.
Old Master Jiang was awake, and Ying Qiong was reading the newspaper to him.
He seemed in pretty good spirits, so it looked like the medicine over the past few days had been quite effective.
