Chapter 1460 - 1477: Disciplined by Nangong Yaoling (1)

Chapter 1460: Chapter 1477: Disciplined by Nangong Yaoling (1)

No, she absolutely couldn’t let that kind of thing happen...

"Xiaonuan..." Suddenly, a warm breath brushed against her ear, and he asked in a deep voice, "Why did you drink so much today?"

"..." Xia Xiaonuan blushed.

"Hmm?" He lightly stretched out a hand, lifting her chin, his strikingly handsome face carrying a hint of allure, yet also seemed to bear a hint of warning.

His pupils became deep and shadowy.

Xiaonuan mumbled, "I... I don’t know either, there were a lot of people, got happy, and then drank too much... ah..."

She let out a soft cry, reaching up to cover her own ear.

"It hurts... " Nangong Yaoling’s saliva still stuck to her earlobe.

She frowned and glared at him, wanting to push him away in dissatisfaction.

The man, however, held her waist tightly with his large hand, not allowing her to escape.

"Trying to brush me off with such a lousy excuse? Do you think your husband is an idiot?"

Xiaonuan reached out, rubbing her forehead, "My head hurts so much..."

Nangong Yaoling: "..."

"I really want to sleep..." she said, closing her eyes and pretending to be dead.

Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he lowered his head, intending to bite her lips.

Xiaonuan sensed the light dim, and instinctively turned her face away.

His kiss only landed behind her ear.

A shiver like an electric shock coursed through her, causing Xiaonuan to stiffen and let out a soft hum.

Nangong Yaoling’s lower abdomen tensed slightly.

A large hand was already sliding from her waist, inching towards her chest.

"Will you talk?" He lowered his head, kissing behind her ear, his palm applying slight pressure, asking warningly.

Xiaonuan frowned, trying to evade, but the more she evaded, the more his hand seemed stuck to her body, kneading forcefully.

Xiaonuan’s body was still numbed by alcohol, completely limp and powerless. With his touch, she had no strength at all and softly collapsed against him.

Nangong Yaoling’s breathing suddenly became heavy.

Suddenly, he flipped over, pressing her beneath him.

"Still not talking, hmm?" He extended a hand, his long index finger hooking her chin, eyes carrying a hint of provocation.

And his other hand was already snaking along her waist, exploring inch by inch.

Xiaonuan quickly said, "I... I’ll talk..."

"Go on, then? Why drink so much? What exactly happened?" His expression became serious.

When he got serious, Xiaonuan started feeling uneasy.

She whispered into his ear, without blushing or blinking, "I... it’s because this film finally wrapped up. Thinking about how hard it was along the way, I got a bit emotional, so I drank too much..."

"Just that simple?" Nangong Yaoling looked at her with some doubt.

"Hmm." She nodded seriously, "What else could it be? Look, you asked me to talk, I did, and yet you don’t believe it!"

Nangong Yaoling gazed deeply into her eyes, seemingly trying to discern something from them.

A few seconds later, he gently lowered his head, kissing her forehead.

"Alright, it’s all over now. Xiaonuan, I know being by my side has made you suffer a lot. I’m sorry, I failed to protect you..."

He suddenly spoke with emotion, that kiss wandered to behind her ear, then to her tip, and he pressed his forehead against hers, breathing each other’s breath, intimately and gently.

Xiaonuan’s heart suddenly softened, but recalling his words, she felt a pang of sourness.

It’s all over...

Why did she feel like the real danger was just beginning?