When Nangong Yaoling got home, Xia Xiaonuan was already asleep.
The butler stepped forward respectfully and took his briefcase and coat.
"Where's the young madam?" Nangong Yaoling glanced around and asked.
At this moment, a maid stepped up and said:
"Young Master, this afternoon the young madam personally stewed some soup for you, then waited for you to come back. Later she took a bath, probably got tired, and now she's resting in the bedroom."
Nangong Yaoling nodded.
"Got it." After he spoke, he lifted his feet and headed upstairs.
In the warm, cozy bedroom.
Xia Xiaonuan was lying on the big bed, wrapped in a bath towel, with a white blanket only half covering her. Her sensual collarbone and snowy shoulders were exposed.
Nangong Yaoling's brows knit slightly as he carefully walked over.
Her bath towel had already come loose, barely hanging on her shoulders. As soon as he got close, he could smell the faint fragrance on the girl's body.
