Wang Xiaolong smiled playfully, "The type I like is right by my side, I don't need to go out of my way to look."
The type he likes is someone by his side?
Li Qiao'er hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"
"Far in the heavens, close in front of the eyes."
As he spoke, Wang Xiaolong took Li Qiao'er's jade hand, yanking her into his embrace and whispered by her ear, "My favorite type of woman is exactly like you, Qiao'er."
Upon hearing this, Li Qiao'er first froze in surprise.
She had just thought Wang Xiaolong already had some other girl he liked.
Not only did it stop her from speaking the words on her lips, but a sense of disappointment also spread throughout her body.
But after listening to Wang Xiaolong's words, her heart immediately blossomed with joy.
Yet, due to the discrepancy in their social status, she still shook her head repeatedly, "I am a widow, how can I match your idyllic dream of a garden paradise?"
