Nangong Yaoling pressed her waist hard with one large hand, holding her tightly in his arms.
A trace of murderous intent flashed in his deep eyes. Clenching his teeth, he warned in a low voice, "Xia Xiaonuan, you're playing with fire."
Xia Xiaonuan smiled indifferently, "I'm already injured, so I'm not afraid of getting burned."
The moment Nangong Yaoling heard her say she was injured, the rage in his heart seemed to be instantly subdued.
A trace of pain slid across his heart.
"I just like your stubbornness." He buried his lips behind her ear, sniffing her scent, and said ambiguously.
Xia Xiaonuan realized something and quickly reached out to push him away.
But it was already too late.
Nangong Yaoling clasped her chin with one hand and lowered his head to kiss her.
Pressing her whole body against the wall.
His roughness and skilled techniques instantly scrambled all her thoughts and nerves.
Her whole body involuntarily heated up.
