Because the two of them had just been grappling, their clothes were disheveled, with strands of hair falling across their foreheads.
They appeared somewhat disheveled.
And the two people standing at the door witnessed the scene before them.
Their expressions were completely different.
Liang Shaochen's face showed no particular emotion;
while Nangong Feihong, with one hand clenched into a fist, looked extremely upset.
When Xia Xiaonuan noticed the two at the door, her face instantly flushed crimson.
Strands of hair hung across her forehead, her shy and embarrassed appearance unexpectedly carrying a trace of allure and charm.
"You guys are back?" Nangong Yaoling lazily climbed up from the ground, showing no sign of disarray. On the contrary, he seemed to glow slightly.
In stark contrast to Xia Xiaonuan beside him.
Nangong Feihong stood there, stunned for a few seconds, a wounded expression on his face as his eyes gradually reddened, then he turned and ran out the door.
