The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

"Put me down! Nangong Yaoling, you bastard!"

"I am a bastard, and I absolutely won’t let you leave me like this! Xia Xiaonuan, do you think you can leave me and I won’t be able to find you? You leave at the drop of a hat, what do you take me for? Let me tell you, until we clear things up, you’re not allowed to go anywhere!"

"You’re insane!" Xiaonuan reached out and started hitting his back forcefully.

"Housekeeper Li, bring the medicine box up here quickly!" Nangong Yaoling shouted as he walked.

"Yes, Young Master!" The housekeeper, who had been listening at the door, hurriedly rushed in, saw the scene, eyes lit up, and smiled while quickly going to fetch the medicine box.

As long as Young Master is back, it’ll be fine... It seems that the young lady won’t be leaving today...

Xia Xiaonuan, feeling unbalanced, was placed on the bedroom bed.

She crawled up from the bed and was about to get up when Nangong Yaoling blocked her directly.

His legs clamped around hers, making it impossible for her to move.

"Xia Xiaonuan, if you dare run away again, I won’t be polite!" The man bent over, hooked her chin with his slender fingers, and warned her.

In his dark eyes, there was a touch of ambiguity.

Xiaonuan widened her eyes and looked at him, both angry and hateful: "You’re simply a hooligan! A scoundrel!"

"I am indeed a hooligan and a scoundrel! I want to be a hooligan by your side for the rest of my life!"

Nangong Yaoling said domineeringly, squatting down, and without hesitation grabbed her injured hand.

Looking at her swollen hand covered in messy toothpaste, the injury was still visible.

The man’s pupils tightened, and he frowned slightly.

Instantly, he felt an intense heartache.

"You stupid woman, with burns this serious, how can you use toothpaste?" he said irritably, "If you can’t handle it, you could call the housekeeper or a doctor, how could you use toothpaste?"

"I like using toothpaste; let me go!" Xia Xiaonuan pulled her hand away coldly; seeing him now made her extremely angry, and she didn’t want him to touch her.

Nangong Yaoling looked at her helplessly, bent down, and directly picked her up horizontally, striding towards the bathroom.

"Hey..."

The sound of rushing water echoed by the ears.

Xiaonuan was placed on the restroom counter, the cool water flowing over her hand, while Nangong Yaoling bent over, using a clean towel to cautiously clean her wound.

"Hiss..." Xiaonuan winced in pain, trying several times to pull her hand back.

"Be good, bear with it for a second; after applying the ointment, it’ll feel better," Nangong Yaoling said tenderly, looking up at her.

At that glance, Xiaonuan looked at him with tears in her eyes as if he were her mortal enemy.

Nangong Yaoling saw her look and suddenly felt utterly wicked.

He sighed, holding her flushed face due to anger, and said, "Xiaonuan, believe me, I never hurt Qi Yue... I just found out about that matter really, it wasn’t something I did! What I just said were... just words in anger, you understand?"

Xiaonuan was slightly startled.

She glared at Nangong Yaoling but couldn’t help but sneer: "Whatever you say is what it is, who knows which of your words is true and which is false? Nangong Yaoling, you think if you repent and deny it, I won’t find out the truth?"

Nangong Yaoling gritted his teeth.

"I’ve already said it wasn’t me who did it!" he said urgently, "When have I, Nangong Yaoling, ever not dared to take responsibility for what I’ve done?"