"Nangong Yaoling, enough, let's go!"
"You don't like attending, right? Why do you seem more eager than me?" Nangong Yaoling asked, puzzled.
Xia Xiaonuan, fearing he might see through her thoughts, deliberately disguised them: "Compared to doing these pointless things with you here, I'd rather attend the banquet..."
Nangong Yaoling raised a thick eyebrow.
His large hand slid directly down.
"You dare say what I'm doing is pointless?"
Xia Xiaonuan's expression changed.
Nangong Yaoling looked at her change in satisfaction.
Ultimately, he just lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
"Alright, little fool, get up!" he said, turning over and getting out of bed.
Xia Xiaonuan lay there, her body still somewhat unresponsive.
Damn it!
This man, he's playing with her!
After getting dressed, Nangong Yaoling walked behind her and pulled up her zipper.
His movements were very slow.
Like admiring a piece of art, from her waist, inch by inch upward.
