After Wang Qianqian left, Li Chen felt a burst of amusement in his heart; the tussle with her had been quite fun.
But before long, the door opened again. This time, a woman dressed in black from head to toe walked in, exuding an aura of chilling indifference that seemed to convey aloofness.
Yet in reality, she was a woman as passionate as fire.
"Lying in bed now?"
The Qilin Princess sat down on the chair beside him and looked at Li Chen, who was wearing his hospital clothes, a trace of mockery in her eyes, "I never imagined you'd end up lying in bed."
Li Chen rolled his eyes, thinking, Is this girl always looking for ways to be contrary?
"
Sit on it?
The Qilin Princess was startled for a moment but then quickly grasped the implication behind his words, her face showing a flicker of annoyance as she glared at him.
But Li Chen had always had thick skin—thinking she could mock him? Unlikely.
