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!
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.
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..."
Before he finished speaking, Tang Wan swayed, stumbled, and fell straight forward.
Jiang Jinsang’s pupils dilated. He quickly stepped forward, caught her just before she hit the ground, pulling her into his arms. His hands naturally overlapped, steadying her waist and back.
His heart pounded wildly, and as it calmed slightly, he hesitated to move his fingers touching her.
At this moment, Tang Wan wasn’t completely unconscious; her hands instinctively tightened around Jiang Jinsang’s waist, her body leaning against him unconsciously.
Her breathing was rapid, burning hot.
"Wanwan," Jiang Jinsang lowered his voice.
Touching her now, he felt her body abnormally hot. Although she had drunk quite a bit tonight, her tolerance was good, and she shouldn’t be this blackout drunk.
He touched her arm and wrist, then reached to feel her forehead.
The temperature in his palm was cool compared to Tang Wan’s feverish forehead—she instinctively rubbed against it like a pitiful cat.
"Are you feeling headache and weakness all over?"
It most likely was a high fever.
It was masked earlier because of the alcohol. It was lucky that he came to check, otherwise enduring the whole night might lead to serious consequences.
"Wu Bro..." Tang Wan rested her head against his chest, clutching at his shirt, whispering softly, "Do you like my aunt?"
Jiang Jinsang was looking around the room to see if there was a first aid kit, just pinpointing it when her question puzzled him.
"Um—" Tang Wan’s head was foggy, and she didn’t even know what she was doing, rubbing against his chest, murmuring, "Uncomfortable."
Her head was throbbing, and she was feeling feverish—how could she be comfortable?
Her forehead was burning, heating up even the area around Jiang Jinsang’s heart.
After all, he was a normal man, and her actions made it difficult for him to keep his composure.
He ran his fingers through her hair. "Is there a first aid kit in the room?"
"Um?" Tang Wan looked up with her small face, seemingly unaware of what he was saying, her face burning red, the corners of her eyes moist.
Jiang Jinsang’s throat tightened. Having ignored her all day and not replied to her messages, he already felt uneasy. Seeing her in this state, all other thoughts escaped him...
All reason and restraint collapsed.
"Do you know who I am?" his voice grew gentler.
Tang Wan was completely disoriented, blinking, unable to focus.
He kissed her lightly.
Jiang Jinsang’s forehead against hers, his breathing quickened, "Do you know what we’re doing?"
As he supported the back of her head with his fingers, ruffling her hair, he turned his head and kissed her again.
"Why?" her voice was soft.
"Because I like you, that’s why I kiss you."
Tang Wan’s mind was spinning, but she just watched as he drew closer again, feeling something touch her lips.
It was like an early summer thunderstorm...
Her heart suddenly tightened, her fingers grasping even more tightly at the corner of his shirt.
Jiang Jinsang had spotted the medicine box in Tang Wan’s room. He carried her to the bed and then rummaged through the box, taking a thermometer to check her temperature and finding some fever medicine.