Mr. Liang's gaze was also on her.
His pupils were complex and deep.
Their eyes met across the distance for a second,
Xia Xiaonuan suddenly felt a slight pain in her waist.
A large hand violently pinched her from behind.
She turned to look at Nangong Yaoling, who glanced down at her with dark, ambiguous eyes, as if he was angry, yet also a warning.
Xia Xiaonuan's heart trembled slightly under his gaze, as if she had done something wrong, and quickly withdrew her gaze.
Actually, she hadn't done anything. It's just that this time, Shaochen saved her, no matter how he justified it, his willingness to risk his life still raised some suspicions.
Xia Xiaonuan isn't a fool, but she doesn't want to think too much. She prefers to believe what Shaochen said, that it was because of Nangong Yaoling's face. Maybe this way, she won't feel she owes him too much.
Liang Shaochen sat on the bed, his clear gaze on the two, a trace of barely detectable pain flashing in his eyes.
