The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

"I’m not hungry, I’m going to sleep..." Xia Xiaonuan pushed against his broad chest with her small hand.

Last night she was worried about Shaochen and didn’t sleep well. After all today’s hassle, now she feels like her whole body is falling apart.

Now that everything is finally resolved, she just wants to sleep.

Nangong Yaoling directly picked her up.

"Then I’ll sleep with you!" he said, carrying her upstairs.

Xia Xiaonuan: "..."

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Morning.

Nangong Feihong was still sleeping, with his phone ringing incessantly.

He turned over and casually tossed the phone aside.

Twenty minutes later.

Suddenly, the doorbell in the living room rang again.

Nangong Feihong furrowed his brows, who could be so annoying, disturbing his sweet dreams?

The doorbell kept ringing, so he had no choice but to get out of bed, bare-chested, wearing just shorts, and dash downstairs.

"Who is it~!" he grumpily hollered, pulling open the door.

However, the next second, seeing the girl standing outside the door, he was slightly stunned.

Rasha’er stood at the door, her gaze falling on Nangong Feihong’s furrowed brows and face filled with displeasure, and then her eyes moved downward.

"Ah—!" seeing he’s not wearing clothes, Rasha’er screamed and quickly turned her face away.

Nangong Feihong was startled by her scream, glanced down at himself, and also shouted, dashing back into the living room, covering himself all the way as he ran towards the bedroom.

Qin Yi stood outside the door, watching the scene, with a few black lines appearing on his forehead.

In the discreetly decorated living room.

Two car keys sat on the coffee table, one with a Hummer emblem and the other a Lamborghini.

In the corner, there was a shooting sword rack with several crossbows. All are globally limited edition brands, looking very expensive.

On the floor in the corner, there were also several beautiful guitars.

Rasha’er sat in the living room, her gaze scanning the whole room and finally landing on a photo behind the sofa.

It was a photo of Nangong Feihong, wearing a helmet and riding gear, galloping on horseback, with his sharp and handsome features exuding charm, making one’s heart flutter.

Rasha’er’s eyes lit up, her lips curled up, and she quickly took out her phone, snapping several photos of the picture.

Standing in the corner, Qin Yi’s sharp gaze fell on Rasha’er, then turned to follow her line of sight to Nangong Feihong’s photo.

He looked at Rasha’er’s lovestruck face.

The nerves at the corner of his eye involuntarily twitched.

Originally worrying that this woman would cause some mischief, now it seems, she’s really just a pampered little princess.

In a situation like this, still getting lovestruck.

He was speechless.

No wonder last night Feihong had to send her...

Rasha’er, after taking pictures of Nangong Feihong’s photo, even used it as a background to take a selfie.

Seemingly sensing something, she looked towards Qin Yi who was staring at her.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, and she glared at Qin Yi: "What are you looking at? Never seen anyone take pictures?"

Qin Yi coughed lightly, calmly shifting his gaze away.

At this point, Nangong Feihong finally dragged his lazy steps down from upstairs.

Wearing a white sports outfit, he had just washed his face, his hair tousled.

He seemed not fully awake, looking adorably dazed.

"Why do I have to take her? Qin Yi, couldn’t you just drive her to the airport yourself?" Nangong Feihong complained as he walked towards the two.