She could only stretch out her hand to claw at his back, his shirt was grabbed into a bundle, but the kiss only became more intense.
Xiaonuan was pressed by him, retreating step by step, until she felt something hit her foot. She stumbled with a low cry, nearly falling over.
Fortunately, he released her just in time, swiftly reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist.
She looked up at him in panic. The man wore a white shirt, his perfectly sculpted face in the understated luxurious design of the living room, under the white light cast from the window, appeared like a prince straight out of a movie.
She felt a slight tremor in her heart, coming to her senses, realizing she must be crazy to still harbor even a sliver of good fantasy about him.
But after all, Nangong Yaoling, although sometimes very annoying, his appearance is too perfect, always having the ability to captivate!
The next second, the man pulled her up with force.
She quickly pushed him away.
