"I’m despicable? I’m pitiful?"
Nangong Yaoling closed in on her, squeezing her chin tighter and tighter. He lowered his head, his enlarged handso face only a few centiters 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 an you can bully the weak! What you’re doing is utterly shaless!"
Nangong Yaoling’s face turned completely dark, his gaze falling on her hand holding his collar.
His long and thick eyelashes lowered, his handso face in the shadow, carrying a deep and low-profiled beauty. This man looked stunning no matter what expression or angle he had, unlike any normal human.
He seed like a perfectly elegant prince left on earth by God, but at this mont, his slightly lowered eyes carried a blood-red tide, as if the next second, this prince would transform into a demon and instantly destroy every creature in heaven and earth!
Xia Xiaonuan inexplicably felt a chill rising from her feet. Seeing him like this, she actually felt a bit afraid.
This man, when angry, was really terrifying.
Especially the mont before a storm, it was even more terrifying than directly charging at her.
Under his gaze, her hand felt like it was burned, and she slowly released her grip bit by bit.
Nangong Yaoling slowly raised his gaze to look at her without any warmth.
His grip on her chin relaxed and drifted.
His fingertips and warm palm, with a tingling tremor, slid slowly across her cheek and then fell on her throat.
He stared at her, a bloodthirsty smile creeping up the corners of his lips.
"Xia Xiaonuan, do you think, given your current state, that I even need to lift a finger?"
"And... with the way you look now, how do you resemble a weakling? You clearly seem so proud, as if the next second you’ll trample underfoot.
But you forget one thing.
All your presumptuous behavior in front of is simply because I still cherish you.
If, one day, I truly beco disgusted with you, that will be when your disaster begins.
Xia Xiaonuan, since you know I’m strong, don’t try to provoke again and again.
I can lift you to the skies or send you into an abyss of eternal tornt."
"I, Nangong Yaoling, will always keep my word."
By the end, his grip on her throat tightened slightly. Xia Xiaonuan’s eyes widened, her heart trembling nonstop at his words.
His action lasted just a second before he let her go as if nothing had happened.
A corner of his lips curled into a aningful smile.
Seductive, stunning, yet carrying a hint of bloodthirstiness.
Xia Xiaonuan was left standing there, a bit dazed.
The man had turned around, his tall figure exuding coldness and a touch of sothing else.
He strode to the bed with his long legs and lay down as if nothing had happened.
Leaving her standing there, montarily unable to process his words.
He said her presumptuous behavior was because he still cherished her.
If one day he truly beca disgusted with her, that would be when disaster began.
Wait.
Xia Xiaonuan scratched her head with her hand.
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