"Now that's a promise: no meddling from now on, or the meddler is a pig." Mu Qiqi said even as she held Sheng Xiao by the shoulder.
Sheng Xiao merely leaned back and studied her with a vague smile. "Aren't you a pig I'm fattening up anyway?"
"How are things with Fourth Sister? It's the engagement ceremony soon. Would she be alright?"
"You should ask Jing Yun about that."
Holding her from fidgeting around, Sheng Xiao tidied up his desk, scooped her up and headed to the bedroom.
***
It was the last night.
So how could Sheng Minghui not be anxious?
Why else had she been entangling herself passionately with the Englishman over the last few days other than to change his mind? And yet, that man was unresponsive even now, which only left her even more nervous.
