The moment the message was sent, its status changed from "unread" to "read."
Baili Jing's lips curved into a smirk. He placed a hand on the small of Jiang Qingli's back, pulling her into his embrace.
He was about to toss his terminal aside and continue, but a new message arrived—
[Intimate? With that ugly, bald tail?]
Baili Jing nearly let out a cold laugh.
Last night, he had waited outside the hospital room until dawn.
When Jiang Youchen came out, his clothes were disheveled and the back of his ears were bright red, as if something had happened to him.
He had stepped forward to question him, only to be verbally provoked.
Unable to hold back, the two of them had fought.
They had fought countless times since childhood, always somewhere Jiang Qingli couldn't see.
They only had a temporary truce after Jiang Qingli's body was possessed by a foreign soul and Jiang Youchen was driven to the Lower District.
