"I'm despicable? I'm pitiful?"
Nangong Yaoling closed in on her, squeezing her chin tighter and tighter. He lowered his head, his enlarged handsome face only a few centimeters away from hers.
With great effort, he said:
"Where am I pitiful, Xia Xiaonuan? Don't be too arrogant. If you want to die with Liang Shaochen, I would gladly help you two on your way!"
His breath, like orchid fragrance, sprayed on her face but carried a dangerous and cold scent.
Her heart shook upon hearing this, and she instinctively grabbed Nangong Yaoling's collar:
"What did you say? What are you going to do? Nangong Yaoling, just because you're strong doesn't mean you can bully the weak! What you're doing is utterly shameless!"
Nangong Yaoling's face turned completely dark, his gaze falling on her hand holding his collar.
