Xia Xiaonuan noticed that Nangong Yaoling's face changed. She realized that men are quite easy to deceive. Instead of letting him drag her back and harbor resentment towards Liang Shaochen, she might as well say something nice to comfort him; there's a saying: better to bend than to break.
Nangong Yaoling's lips curled into a slight smile, and he pinched her fingertip: "You're jealous?"
"Yes, I'm jealous." Xia Xiaonuan admitted frankly.
Nangong Yaoling suddenly lowered his head and kissed her hard.
In the heat of the moment, Xia Xiaonuan was kissed by him and did not resist.
After a while, he released her, still panting slightly, but clearly unsatisfied.
"Even though I know you're lying, it still feels nice to hear..." He said emotionally, lowering his head to kiss her neck.
The temperature slowly rose. Xia Xiaonuan realized he was starting to lose control, so she quickly reached out to push him away.
"Get off, this is Nangong Feihong's house! Don't do anything rash!"
