Instead, he used another method to replace his hand.
In the dark, Xia Xiaonuan helplessly called out, "Nangong Yaoling, that's enough!"
Nangong Yaoling's other hand also started to misbehave.
"I'm really tired and uncomfortable." Xia Xiaonuan said helplessly, "Nangong Yaoling, please let me go."
"If I don't let you go, what can you do?"
Nangong Yaoling brought his lips to her ear and asked hoarsely.
Xia Xiaonuan took a sharp breath.
"Help me..." he said in a low voice, his hoarse voice carrying a sense of sensuality.
Xia Xiaonuan suddenly furrowed her brows tightly.
"Nuannuan..." he murmured in her ear.
Xia Xiaonuan curled up into a ball.
Damn, could he be any more nauseating?
Nangong Yaoling realized something was wrong and quickly retracted his intimate posture, propping himself up to look at her, "What's wrong?"
Xia Xiaonuan clutched her abdomen, "My stomach hurts."
Nangong Yaoling was stunned, turned on the light, and saw her beautiful little face twisted in pain.
