Chapter 1279 - 1300: Does It Still Hurt Now?
Actually, it doesn’t hurt anymore, just a bit dry. But Nangong Yaoling’s movements were very gentle, making her feel comfortable, so she didn’t want him to stop.
"I’ll call Mark later to have him check on you," Nangong Yaoling said worriedly.
Xia Xiaonuan quickly opened her eyes, looking at him with one eye, and said, "No need, it doesn’t hurt anymore!"
"Didn’t you just say it hurt?"
"I..." Xia Xiaonuan’s face blushed: "I... it hurt just now, but now it doesn’t hurt anymore?"
Nangong Yaoling saw through her little tricks, reached out his hand, and rubbed her lips with his index finger. "Does it hurt here?"
Because he was holding an ice pack, his fingertips were cool.
When he touched her lips, they trembled slightly.
Xia Xiaonuan looked at him, smiled, and shook her head.
Nangong Yaoling’s hand slowly slid over her lips and moved to her neck, his cool fingertips gliding like an electric current over her skin.
Until they rested on her chest.
"How about here?" He asked, drawing circles lightly over her clothing with his palm.
Xia Xiaonuan shook her head.
Nangong Yaoling shifted to the other side.
"How about here?"
Xia Xiaonuan shook her head again.
Nangong Yaoling furrowed his eyebrows slightly, looking at her seriously.
He moved to the other side again.
"Feel it carefully, does it really not hurt?"
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
She grabbed his hand, her expression calm, with a firm attitude: "It really doesn’t hurt!"
Nangong Yaoling’s lips curled slightly, and he moved away his hand.
Suddenly, he reached his hand from beneath and slipped into her lower abdomen.
"How about here?"
She shook her head.
His palm slowly moved upwards...
Xia Xiaonuan quickly grabbed his hand, a full face of dark lines: "You asked about here just now."
"Don’t move!" Nangong Yaoling pried her hand away, slipped his hand inside, and rubbed her chest.
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
"Feel here again..."
His palm was slightly warm, and his fingertips a bit cold, Xia Xiaonuan shrank slightly, a wave of heat surged through her body.
Yet she stubbornly bit her lower lip, shaking her head: "It doesn’t hurt!"
Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth and suddenly squeezed hard.
"Ah..." Xia Xiaonuan frowned slightly, letting out a soft groan of pain.
The man leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Does it still hurt now?" His voice hoarse and magnetic, carried a hint of a seductive undertone.
"It hurts..." Xia Xiaonuan was almost in tears.
"Alright then... I’ll massage it for you..." Nangong Yaoling said unabashedly.
With that, he started to take action...
Xia Xiaonuan thought of something and quickly grabbed his hand.
Nangong Yaoling whispered evilly in her ear, "Didn’t you say someone else has a big chest? If you want it to be bigger, I can massage it for you every day..."
Xia Xiaonuan was slightly stunned, remembering the "milker" at KFC last time, she couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
Frowning, she said sourly: "So you still remember that woman? At first, you said you didn’t care!"
Nangong Yaoling flipped over and pressed her down underneath him.
"What? You’re allowed to think about other men, but I’m not allowed to think about other women?" He leaned down, kissing her lips, and said softly,
"When did I ever think about other men?" Xia Xiaonuan said helplessly, "He was, after all... injured because of me..."
Nangong Yaoling’s movements stiffened slightly, his face changing instantly.
Xia Xiaonuan was also taken aback.
Just now, Nangong Yaoling hadn’t even said who she might be thinking about, but she ended up admitting it herself...
Nangong Yaoling detached himself from her with a cold face: "I’m going to take a shower."