Nangong Yaoling heard her words, his pupils constricted, and in an instant, his whole body was shrouded in gloom.
Xia Xiaonuan intentionally said that, knowing full well it would anger him, but she couldn't help it. Who told him to talk about taking Jiang Xue away on one hand, and then come in front of her acting all... aroused?
Nangong's handsome face bunched up, and finally enraged, he laughed instead.
His black eyes flickered as he thought of something.
He reached out, cupped Xia Xiaonuan's forehead, and whispered in her ear, "Have you really accepted your fate? Are you only doing this to satisfy my needs? Then why do I feel that every time you're under me, your body's reaction isn't like that at all..."
The man's voice was magnetic and husky, with a hint of seductive ambiguity. Xia Xiaonuan heard it, her ears heated up, and her face turned crimson with anger.
"Nangong Yaoling—!" She gritted her teeth and glared at him fiercely.
