The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Xiaonuan opened her slightly swollen eyes and glanced at Nangong Yaoling.

She lowered her head again: "It’s nothing... I’m not blaming you..."

"Xiaonuan..." Nangong Yaoling looked at her appearance, her eyes swollen from crying, and her small face showing a look of grievance.

He felt his heart melting.

He reached out and cupped her face.

He bowed his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"Alright, don’t cry... I will never yell at you again, okay?"

Xia Xiaonuan reached out and wrapped her arms around Nangong Yaoling’s waist.

She rubbed her face against his chest.

Nangong Yaoling quickly reached out and pressed her head into his embrace.

"Uh..."

"Alright, alright... don’t cry anymore, darling. When you cry, my heart almost breaks. You can ask me to do anything, just don’t cry anymore, okay?"

Xia Xiaonuan smelled the familiar scent on the man, feeling her whole heart settle down.

The previous anxiety and sadness seemed to have diminished a lot.

She lifted her eyes from his embrace, looking at his face.

Nangong Yaoling, with his handsome face, was staring at her all worried and anxious, his eyes full of pity and heartache.

Xiaonuan’s heart warmed slightly.

Yet, she remembered something and couldn’t help but mumble, "Do I really seem so bad in your eyes? Compared... compared to your Qiqi?"

Because she had just cried, Xia Xiaonuan’s big eyes were still watery.

Her lips were red, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes carried a hint of defiance.

Nangong Yaoling’s eyebrows furrowed even more deeply, and he quickly cupped her cheeks, saying with a touch of nervousness, "I... it was just a moment of panic and I said those things without thinking! Xiaonuan, you’re the best in my eyes right now, the only one worthy of cherishing, do you understand?"

Xiaonuan looked at Nangong Yaoling’s serious expression, completely like a child who had done something wrong.

She rarely saw this side of Nangong Yaoling, and couldn’t help but find his demeanor incredibly charming.

Xiaonuan bit her lower lip. Although her face still showed dissatisfaction, there was already a hint of a smile in her eyes.

She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Really?"

"Of course!" Nangong Yaoling nodded solemnly, his gaze burning intently at her.

Xia Xiaonuan couldn’t help but curl her lips.

At this moment, Nangong Yaoling seemed to remember something, and couldn’t help but complain softly, "But you can’t say that you’re Qiqi either."

It’s such a clumsy excuse she came up with, and she blamed him for being mad?

Not to mention whatever happened between him and Qiqi, even if nothing had happened, they are completely different people, how could she be Qiqi?

Moreover, Xiaonuan hadn’t even had any surgery!

His words seemed to come out of his mouth, looking speechless yet unwilling, but not daring to speak loudly to her.

Xia Xiaonuan was taken aback by his words.

Perhaps, he truly didn’t want her to be Qiqi!

Qiqi already had an irreplaceable place in his heart.

So, when she said she was Qiqi, he was reluctant to believe it.

Xiaonuan looked at his demeanor, finding it more and more adorable.

This was quite the opposite of Nangong Yaoling’s usual domineering self.

Suddenly, she reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her face, and gently kissed his soft lips.

Nangong Yaoling was stunned.

The next second, his furrowed brow finally relaxed.

His lips unconsciously curled up, and he used one hand to press her head, firmly kissing her back.

The two passionate lips were glued together in a sucking and entangled kiss.

Nangong Yaoling flipped over, pressing Xiaonuan tightly beneath him.