The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 1390: Chapter 1407: The Man Presses Closer

Hearing the sound, her face changed, and she abruptly lowered her head, biting his shoulder which was clad in a white shirt.

Nangong Yaoling let out a muffled grunt of pain but didn’t dodge.

Xia Xiaonuan left her saliva on his shoulder, lifting her mouth and glaring at him warningly, ”Are you still going to lock it or not?”

Nangong Yaoling quickly begged for mercy, ”I won’t lock it... I won’t lock it.”

Only then was Xia Xiaonuan satisfied, but suddenly, her expression changed, and she took a sharp breath.

Nangong Yaoling rubbed her wound with force using a cotton swab soaked in alcohol.

She cried out and moved away from him, grabbing the ointment next to her: ”I don’t need you, I’ll do it myself!” She said and walked to the mirror, applying the ointment to her wound while looking in the mirror.

The wound was about the length of a fingernail, not too deep, but once rubbed, it started bleeding and looked somewhat alarming.

Nangong Yaoling stood up, walked behind her, looking at her awkward posture as she twisted her body, and snatched the ointment from her hand.

”Let me do it. It’ll give you a memory, so next time you’ll know how to protect yourself.”

He said gloomily.

After speaking, he helped her apply the ointment.

He put down the ointment and applied a band-aid.

Xiaonuan looked in the mirror. Would it leave a scar?

As she was thinking, Nangong Yaoling had already reached over from behind, kissing her neck from behind.

His handsome face buried in her neck, the warmth from his breath made Xiaonuan’s whole body shiver.

One of his hands at the front unbuttoned her shirt.

Xiaonuan let out a soft hum, grabbing his hand.

Nangong Yaoling bent down, flipping her around, pressing her against the full-length mirror.

Xiaonuan’s body leaned against the cold mirror, and on top of it was a burst of scorching passion,

This time she didn’t push him away; instead, she involuntarily cupped his head, her entire heart enveloped in a tender, lingering affection.

Her shirt slipped down, and the man closed in.

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Liang Shaochen looked at the man in front of him, whose face was full of regret.

”Mr. Liang, I know, that’s all there is to it... I... I did all this because I followed President Zhong’s orders... I really didn’t want to harm anyone...”

Liang Shaochen twirled the pen in his hand.

Narrowing his pupils.

”I understand. For the next few days, be careful. Report to me immediately if anything happens.”

”Yes, Mr. Liang. Oh right... Mr. Liang, President Zhong is returning to the country today...”

”Tonight.”

Liang Shaochen nodded.

”I understand.”

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In the low-key yet elegantly decorated bar, lights twinkled intermittently.

The air was filled with the scent of cigarettes and branded perfume.

In the circular dance floor ahead, some young beautiful women and handsome men were swaying sensuously, releasing themselves freely.

At the bar, a bartender in uniform was elegantly shaking the cocktail shaker, and within a minute, he handed a prepared cocktail to a girl in front of him.

The girl was very young, with golden hair, stylishly dressed. She took the glass, glancing at the young man one seat away from her.

The man’s handsome, fair face under the flashing lights, in this depraved space tangled with desires, seemed somewhat out of place.

As if, he didn’t belong here but rather... he belonged to... um, a place with elegant piano music, red carpets, frequented by noble ladies and aristocrats.