In the evening, after taking a shower, Jiang Xian leaned against the bed and played with her mobile phone. Her eyes could not help but look in the direction of the bathroom.
There was the faint sound of Qiao Wangxi taking a shower.
Her lips were numb, and she could not help but think of the kiss they just had at the gate.
Jiang Xian felt that she had already gone through a happy and shameless life.
However, she was always so close to that last step. At a critical moment, she would be terrified.
The title of "Timid Jiang" was not just for show!
"What a reckless waste. You actually didn't strike first to gain the upper hand. Do you need me to lend you a hand?" Even Luo Xing ridiculed her.
"How can you help me?" Jiang Xian said disdainfully.
Without waiting for Luo Xing to reply, Jian
