In the misty light, the man's handsome face held a kind of hazy beauty. Xia Xiaonuan's heart fluttered, and she widened her eyes to look at him. At first, Nangong Yaoling didn't look at her, but seeing her staring at him continuously, he glanced at her with some impatience and said, "It's still early, sleep."
A sudden softness surged within Xia Xiaonuan, feeling like the turbulent river suddenly found an outlet and rushed out in an instant.
Looking at Nangong Yaoling, she suddenly and involuntarily reached out to cradle his face, bowing her head to kiss him forcefully.
Nangong Yaoling was startled by her sudden action and was roughly pressed onto the bed by her. Her kiss was urgent and chaotic, almost hurting him.
