Refusing the Rich: The Young Master's Escaping Bride-Chapter 22: The Night Five Years Ago

Her body was very hot... the atmosphere, too tense.

In an instant, the temperature in the air rose ambiguously.

Nangong Yaoling’s body also became restless and hot.

He was at the age when passion surged.

Usually, he wasn’t without desire, but he would directly take cold showers to resolve it.

But this time...

This woman was like poison; just her proximity made his whole body almost explode.

Inside... he was struggling.

But Xia Xiaonuan had already extended her hand and forcefully tore open his robe...

Her slender, delicate fingers touched his body.

"Hmm..."

Xia Xiaonuan let out a soft moan, not knowing what she was doing, but she felt very hot and uncomfortable.

She only wanted to hold onto this ice block, though this ice block seemed quite unwilling.

But... who made her feel so uncomfortable.

Finally, under Xia Xiaonuan’s relentless efforts, Nangong Yaoling’s prideful self-control completely collapsed in an instant.

In his dark eyes, a light of desire could no longer be suppressed.

He turned over and pressed Xia Xiaonuan onto the big bed.

A night of entanglement.

In the morning, Nangong Yaoling’s phone rang.

An international call from Europe informed him that something had happened there.

He hurriedly got dressed and prepared to leave.

However, as he was leaving, his gaze fell on that delicate figure.

Last night’s intimacy was vividly in front of him.

The girl’s neck and body were covered in deep and shallow purple marks.

He had never known a girl’s body could be so soft, her taste so sweet.

Taking a closer look at this girl, he realized she was rather beautiful.

Long eyelashes hung down like little fans, a small, straight nose, and a pointed chin.

She looked nothing like the women he had seen, each with meticulously crafted makeup and identical faces.

This girl felt very pure and beautiful, sleeping on her side with her hand on her chest.

Like a little angel.

He had seen so many beauties that he had grown aesthetically tired, but for the first time, he felt something different inside.

The girl slept sweetly, a beam of sunlight streaming through the curtains onto the bed, and she slightly turned over.

Just then, Nangong Yaoling’s gaze fell on the girl’s exposed arm.

When he saw the incongruous scar on the girl’s white arm, his whole body suddenly jolted.

His mind recalled that night five years ago.

That girl had protected him and got her arm cut by a knife. He clearly remembered that the girl was also injured on her left hand... in the same spot.

In that moment, Nangong Yaoling’s eyes, as deep as the night sky, suddenly lit up.

One hand hanging down trembled slightly.

Step by step, he moved to the bedside.

His gaze fell on the girl’s delicate face and the sheet beneath her, that blooming scarlet.

His heart, at that moment, was like fireworks bursting into bloom.

He didn’t know if it was excitement, agitation, or disbelief.

His eyes faintly reddened, and he couldn’t help but put down his suitcase, reaching out to her.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the girl’s cheek, his phone vibrated again.

Nangong Yaoling suddenly snapped back to reality.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned to the window, speaking in a low voice.

"Hello... What?! I’m coming back immediately!"