Nangong Yaoling's intense gaze first swept around the room, then quietly locked onto Xia Xiaonuan.
The girl was wearing a light pink nightdress, her long black hair draped over her shoulders, her delicate face showing a mix of shock.
Her chin and lips were tightly pressed, her pupils black and white staring at him, like a pure little white rabbit in the jungle suddenly encountering a beast.
At this moment, Liang Shaochen was standing beside her. Although he hadn't seen any extreme scenes, the fact that both were standing together in their sleepwear was enough to stun anyone.
In an instant, Nangong Yaoling felt a sharp pain in his chest, his handsome face turned icy cold. He took a deep breath, placed a hand on his waist, struggled to control himself, and refrained from drawing his Desert Eagle to aim at the pair in front of him.
"Nangong Yaoling, what are you doing?"
