Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

With each one, it was as if it would burst through the chest.

Yet Tang Wan suddenly withdrew, stretching out her finger and poking at the spot where his heart was.

"Jinsang..."

"Hmm?" She seemed not to realize just how intense and profound Jiang Jinsang's gaze was at that moment.

Her finger's poke set his heart racing with a thump.

"Your heartbeat... It's so fast." Someone laughed carelessly and brightly, without a care in the world, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

In Tang Wan's subconscious, she always felt there was something wrong with his health, reaching out her hand again to touch his forehead, and then compared it with her own.

Being drunk, her sensory functions were impaired, and she seemed unable to tell the difference, so she stood on tiptoe, looped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down.

Their foreheads touched, and she laughed again.

"Jinsang... am I the one who's sick? Why is my forehead hotter than yours?"

"Hmm, we're both sick," Jiang Jinsang said, looking at her swaying body and wrapping his arms around her waist.

His voice was deep, richer and more enticing.

"Then we should see a doctor," Tang Wan murmured.

"Hmm, a doctor is indeed needed..." Jiang Jinsang leaned down towards her.

...

Tang Wan wasn't too terribly drunk, knowing what was about to happen, and she kept kicking him when it came to the critical moment, "Jinsang, no!"

"What's wrong?"

"My godfather said your body isn't up to it."

Jiang Jinsang had thought it over carefully; such matters, if he asked for Zhou Zhongqing's opinion, he feared he would never get the chance in this lifetime, and now he couldn't care less.

What was Zhou Zhongqing, what the hell was a godfather?

He couldn't be bothered to think about it!

"You can't do it, Jinsang, you really can't..." Tang Wan's head was feverish, and she kept muttering on.

She had no idea how stimulating some words could be for a man. He half-narrowed his eyes, looking down at the person beneath him, his eyes bloodshot as if he was about to devour her whole, and it was only after a while that Tang Wan, belatedly realizing something, saw his reaction and seemed to realize that she had said something wrong.

After a long while, Jiang Jinsang leaned in close to her, "Wanwan, try saying that again?"

His voice carried a teasing note, and his whole body laughed as if he were an enthralling demon.

Tang Wan shuddered all over.

She was done for!

...

Jiang Jinsang was a person who held grudges, especially in certain matters.

By the time Tang Wan woke up, it was already past 9 PM, and when she opened her eyes and tried to speak, she found her throat was hoarse, the air conditioning was still blowing warm air, and a thin blanket lay beneath them as he embraced her from behind, with his warm arm tightly wrapped around her.

Her consciousness was somewhat muddled, but not to the point of forgetting everything.

Because in the end, Jiang Jinsang did ask for her opinion, and with her head muddled from alcohol, she found him hesitating too much.

And then things got out of hand, and what happened next was simply a natural progression.

However, she also deeply realized why everyone said Jiang Jinsang was very annoying. She hadn't really understood this before, but this time she really saw it.

Not just annoying, but also clingy.

She had never seen anyone like it; he was simply a demon. She moved slightly, and her whole body felt sore, which was nearly unbearable.

Her throat was uncomfortably dry, so she reached for the switch by the bed. Alas, her arm was too short, and she fumbled for quite a while without touching the switch, just as she was beginning to suspect that perhaps the hotel's switch wasn't located there, a long arm reached over her, nearly touching her arm, "click—" the room lit up with warm yellow light.

The moment the light turned on, Tang Wan squinted her eyes, which were aching from the brightness.

"What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse as he pecked her cheek twice.

"Thirsty."

"Wait a moment."

He got out of bed after lifting the blanket, and Tang Wan caught a glimpse of him. Jiang Jinsang picked up a bathrobe from the side, wrapped it around himself with a fluid motion, and tied the waistband as he walked around the room. There was only a bottle of cold mineral water, "Are you hungry?"

"Ah?" Tang Wan's head was a bit muddled at the moment.

Had she really just given herself away after drinking too much? And the main thing was, she had been very forward...

"I'll call Jiang Cuo and the others, get some food, and ask them to bring up some warm water."

"Oh, okay." Tang Wan wrapped the blanket tighter around herself subconsciously, because underneath, she was scarcely dressed. How could she see anyone like this?

Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu had been waiting in the car for so long that they were about to grow mushrooms on their heads; six full hours had passed without any movement. The phone rang, and Jiang Cuo suddenly sat up straight, "Hello..."

"Bring up some food and drink, make sure the water is warm, and send Jiang Jiu home to get us two sets of clothes."

"What clothes should I get?" Jiang Cuo stammered, "Outerwear or?"