Because the two of them had just been grappling, their clothes were disheveled, with strands of hair falling across their foreheads.
They appeared sowhat disheveled.
And the two people standing at the door witnessed the scene before them.
Their expressions were completely different.
Liang Shaochen’s face showed no particular emotion;
while Nangong Feihong, with one hand clenched into a fist, looked extrely upset.
When Xia Xiaonuan noticed the two at the door, her face instantly flushed crimson.
Strands of hair hung across her forehead, her shy and embarrassed appearance unexpectedly carrying a trace of allure and charm.
"You guys are back?" Nangong Yaoling lazily climbed up from the ground, showing no sign of disarray. On the contrary, he seed to glow slightly.
In stark contrast to Xia Xiaonuan beside him.
Nangong Feihong stood there, stunned for a few seconds, a wounded expression on his face as his eyes gradually reddened, then he turned and ran out the door.
Xia Xiaonuan nervously took a step forward, but was blocked by Nangong Yaoling.
"He’s fine." He said flatly.
He then instructed the attendants standing outside the door, "Wu Da, Han Yuan, follow him and don’t let him cause any trouble."
Upon hearing this, the two responded in unison, "Yes, Crown Prince!"
At this mont, Liang Shaochen, who was standing at the door holding a bag of fruit, waved at Nangong Yaoling and said, "I’ll go check on Feihong, you two carry on."
After speaking, he put the fruit down and turned to leave.
At that mont, Xia Xiaonuan felt utterly humiliated.
Especially Liang Shaochen’s words, which made her nose sting almost instantly.
She subconsciously turned around, biting her lower lip.
While tidying her clothes and hair.
Nangong Yaoling walked over to her.
"It’s okay, don’t worry about Feihong. He’s always been impulsive; he just can’t take seeing us together, but he needs to accept reality sooner or later."
Xia Xiaonuan didn’t spare him a glance.
Nor did she say a word.
After fixing herself up, she turned and walked towards the door.
Because of the pain in her leg, she walked with a limp.
To Nangong Yaoling, her appearance seed stubborn, filled with defiance.
His face darkened when he saw the blood on her leg.
Blood was already trickling down her calf.
He still took a step forward and grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?"
"Get lost!" Xia Xiaonuan shook him off.
"You’re bleeding," Nangong Yaoling said, restraining his anger.
"Get lost!" Xia Xiaonuan glared at him fiercely.
Nangong Yaoling looked at Xiaonuan, seeing her like an angry little lioness.
He was also very angry, feeling the flas of rage already burning inside him.
This woman always had the ability to drive him mad.
However, seeing her reddened eyes and tear-streaked face, he couldn’t bring himself to get angry at her.
So, he simply bent down and picked her up in his arms.
Xia Xiaonuan struggled desperately, "What are you doing? Put down! Are you crazy?"
Nangong Yaoling looked down at her coldly.
"If you want to beco crippled and never act again, keep making a scene."
Xia Xiaonuan stopped moving.
It wasn’t that she was scared by Nangong Yaoling, but she realized that continuing to make a scene was pointless.
All her fantasies, all her delusions and forr infatuations shattered the mont Liang Shaochen said "you two carry on."
Her heart hurt unbearably.
She wondered if Liang Shaochen knew that she was Qiqi, would he still say such indifferent words?
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