Chapter 1586 - 1603: Prove How Familiar We Are

Chapter 1586: Chapter 1603: Prove How Familiar We Are

She let out a startled cry, her heartbeat already in her throat.

She lifted her eyes and met his fiery gaze.

However, the next second, he suddenly restrained himself and let go of her hand.

"I’ll do it myself." He turned around and faced away from her, yanking open his shirt.

A button was torn off and fell to the ground.

Xiaonuan quickly turned around and picked up the button on the floor.

It was a button with a matte surface carved with patterns, seemingly simple, yet when held in the palm of her hand, it felt weighty, with an understated luxury.

Xiaonuan held the button in her palm, the corners of her lips lifting into a faint smile.

"Pff—"

A gust of wind passed behind her, and her vision went dark.

A faint, familiar masculine scent mixed with the aroma of coffee filled her nostrils.

"Ah—!"

Realizing what had happened, Xia Xiaonuan couldn’t hold back a scream and yanked the shirt off her head.

"Nan—gong—Yao—ling!" she shouted, turning around to glare at him furiously.

Nangong Yaoling shrugged at her, his bare upper body unashamedly exposed before her, a reckless smile on his exquisite face.

"You made it dirty, so obviously it’s up to you to wash it."

Xia Xiaonuan: "..."

She clenched her fists, striving to control herself, fiercely crumpling the shirt in her hand.

Nangong Yaoling reminded her, "Be careful not to ruin it, otherwise, you’ll really have to think about how to compensate me."

His last sentence was ambiguously spoken, his gaze fixed on her as if he were expecting something.

Xia Xiaonuan’s cheeks immediately burned.

That damn man...

She gave him a helpless glare, while futilely unfolding the shirt, carefully folding it neatly and setting it aside.

As soon as she set the shirt down, a new towel landed in front of her.

"You’ve got me all sticky."

Xia Xiaonuan gritted her teeth, picked up the towel, and walked over to the sink.

She pondered something, her pupils flaring briefly.

She wet the towel with water, then wrung it dry.

Then she walked over to Nangong Yaoling.

Nangong Yaoling stood there, arms open, like an emperor waiting to be served by a humble subject.

Xia Xiaonuan unfolded the towel and pressed it onto his chest suddenly.

"Hiss—"

A sharp intake of breath, and Nangong Yaoling took a step back, rubbing his chest.

"It’s so cold, are you trying to freeze me?"

"Cold?" Xia Xiaonuan innocently touched the towel, "I think it’s quite alright."

Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth.

Xia Xiaonuan smiled at him, turned around, walked to the sink, and turned on the faucet.

She turned on the hottest side...

Just then, Nangong Yaoling suddenly walked up behind her, grabbing the hand she had on the faucet.

Xia Xiaonuan was nearly enveloped by him from behind, a wave of body heat brushing her ear, making Xiaonuan almost shiver all over.

She instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but Nangong Yaoling held her hand tighter, forcefully adjusting the faucet to a moderate temperature.

"It seems someone has been living too comfortably in America, so much so they forgot how to wash a towel."

Xia Xiaonuan pretended not to hear his mocking words, simply struggling, "Let me go..."

"To better help you serve me, I must teach you how to wash a towel."

Nangong Yaoling spoke beside her ear, released her hand, and picked up the towel, starting to wash it under the warm water.

Xia Xiaonuan was held tightly against him, the man’s firm chest pressed against her back.