Nangong Yaoling kissed deeply, Xia Xiaonuan originally resisted a little, but eventually, he muddled her brain, completely immersing her in a mix of chaos and fascination.
The man's kiss gradually slid down, landing on her neck, then behind her ear.
"Do you remember what I said this morning? Hmm?"
The man's hoarse voice spoke lowly.
Xia Xiaonuan was taken aback.
"You… what did you say?"
"Think carefully..."
Xia Xiaonuan recalled what he said in the morning, and couldn't help but blush.
"I don't remember."
"You clearly remembered… Look at your face, it's so red. Could it be… you're actually looking forward to it?" Nangong Yaoling reached out, lifted her chin, and asked with a mischievous smile.
Xia Xiaonuan helplessly said, "Enough… you clearly know we can't!"
