Chapter 619

• Sullivan didn’t hold back at all. Sure, Shui Ling’er wasn’t ugly—her features were delicate, her figure slim—and she’d shine in a crowd. But her personality wasn’t his type, and she was way too skinny for his taste.
• He liked women like Lavinia—mature, with that quiet charm. Or ones like Meimei—curvy as hell. Or Fawn—fiery, passionate, the kind who set him on fire. Worst case, he’d go for the pure, easy-to-sway type, the kind of sweet little doll who fell fast.
• Shui Ling’er?