The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1235: Chapter 1255: Are You Tired of Me?

Xia Xiaonuan said nervously, ”I... I’m baking cookies.”

As she spoke, she quickly picked up the cookies in front of her, mustered the courage to step forward and said, ”Nangong Yaoling, try them. I spent a long time making these...”

”Bang—!”

Suddenly, Nangong Yaoling raised his large hand.

The cookies in her hand all scattered onto the floor.

She couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

In an instant, her eyes were a bit misty.

Nangong Yaoling stepped forward like a blade, grabbed her arm and said, ”Xia Xiaonuan? Do you know what you’re doing? Trying to please me? Why are you trying so hard to please me? Just because you once wronged me? Huh?”

Xia Xiaonuan was grabbed by him, close to him, and only then did she smell the strong scent of alcohol on him.

He drank again?

She thought of what Qin Yi said, that sometimes he drinks even at the company.

He already has a bad stomach, why does he keep drinking alcohol every day?

”Did you... did you drink?” She paid no attention to the cookies on the floor and cautiously said, ”Have you... have you had dinner yet? If not... I can make you some noodles... ah...”

As soon as she finished speaking, the man suddenly leaned forward, threw her whole body back against the wall, and lowered his head to kiss her wildly.

His kiss was domineering and profound, with an indisputable plundering, swallowing her low cries, twisting and sucking, as if he wanted to kiss her down to her very bones.

Her breathing became erratic, and her heart filled with waves of panic, as if the whole world was enveloped by his presence, intense, scalding, crazy yet domineering.

He clutched her hair with one hand, almost hurting her. Yet she couldn’t feel the pain, only a muddled mind; they were meeting every day recently, but it seemed like there was nothing left to say.

Clearly he was right next to her, yet it felt like they hadn’t seen each other in ages.

She found herself somewhat craving his presence, wishing he would keep venting like this.

His breath was hot and fervent, yet carried a sense of resentment, branding her skin like a hot iron, on her neck, behind her ears, then on her chest.

His hand seemed to carry flames, igniting every place it touched.

She felt her cheeks burning, and her entire body gradually heating up. Instinctively, she shrank into his embrace as he ripped her clothes apart, his hot palms moving over her skin, her chest, kneading vigorously.

Her whole body trembled unbearably, the forceful handling making her swell and ache, the man’s movements were somewhat ruthless with no tenderness, yet she remained silent, just bit her lip and silently endured.

His breathing grew increasingly heavy, like a beast in heat that would any moment pin her down beneath him. However, his palms swept over the skin of her inner thighs, stripped her of her clothing, but at the final step, his body suddenly stopped.

The scalding breath spurted onto her chest, she seemed to hear her own heartbeat, pounding as if it would leap out.

The man slowly raised his eyes, beyond the handsome and beautiful face, the black pupils brimming with passionate disarray that hadn’t faded, along with a hint of barely perceptible pain.

She was not even a month along, she’d heard that making love at this point would be greatly harmful to a woman.

He looked at her tightly shut eyes, one hand clasping her neck, gradually tightening.

Xia Xiaonuan slowly opened her eyes, looking at the complex light in his eyes, like mist spreading within his pupils, with starlight seemingly flickering.