The wound that was originally aching softened instantly with her kiss.
It was surprisingly comfortable... Damn it, what on Earth had this woman learned in this damned place over these days?
"Su Xingyue, stop!" he commanded sternly, attempting to halt her actions!
But by then, the buttons of his shirt had already been undone by those restless small hands, one, two...
Nan Yuling's body tensed up.
Nan Yuling's body stiffened, and he abruptly reached out to grasp her restless hands.
Did she even realize what she was doing now?!
"Enough!" his voice had turned husky before he was aware.
His handsome and cold face was now filled with a forbearing expression.
Because he was enduring with such difficulty, the veins on his forehead bulged prominently.
Even... a layer of fine sweat had formed on his brow.
"Nan Yuling, can you still say you don't love me now?" Su Xingyue looked at him and asked.
"..." The man's lips were tightly pursed, his heart full of annoyance and regret.