Xia Xiaonuan opened her eyes wide.
She actually forgot to resist, and her cheeks grew hotter and hotter.
Nangong Yaoling... could he have seen through her thoughts?
This was a wild and passionate kiss, the man's large hand clenching her nape, only one hand wrapped around her waist, everywhere was the familiar scent, his kiss always carried dominance and strength, sweeping and devouring her lips, making her momentarily forget to breathe. This might precisely be his unique habit.
Just like he was accustomed to controlling everything, always used to a posture of looking down upon the world, observing everything by his side like an aloof and invincible king, sacred yet provocative.
So, when he put in so much but received no response, he became so broken, so hurt and defeated.
