Leng Ai Princess VS Fengyun Fourth Prince

In the backlit sunlight, Han Xiyan leaned over slightly, stretched out his fingers to lift Nangong Minglu's chin, forcing her to face him.

He smiled arrogantly but somewhat contemptuously, and slowly pressed his thin lips towards hers.

Nangong Minglu stood tense, her nails were deeply embedded in her palms, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Han Xiyan's lips were getting closer and closer to hers.

A strong sense of humiliation surrounded her.

She couldn't bear it any longer.

at last.

She turned her head abruptly!

Han Xiyan let go of her and smiled contemptuously.

"If you can't even do this, what conditions are you talking to me about?" Han Xiyan smiled arrogantly, as if confirming her failure.

Nangong Minglu's heart was in severe pain!

what is this?

Another love game?

What would happen if Ling Haotian found out?

What would he do if he knew her current situation?

Would he mind?

Or will you laugh and clap?

The wounded heart that had just been hurt by love suddenly became numb with pain.

A kind of desperate madness suddenly surged in her heart, didn't she already tell herself that as long as she can save her father, she can fight anything...

Anyway, no matter what you do, no one will mind...

"I can do it!" Nangong Minglu seemed to be saying to Han Xiyan, but also to himself.

"Huh?" Han Xiyan frowned.

In just an instant, she seemed to be a different person, and in her eyes, there seemed to be a spark of recklessness burning crazily.

"I'm saying... I can do anything!" Nangong Minglu said every word, his voice was as decisive as an oath.

Han Xiyan looked at her strangely, as if looking at a monster, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know very well!" Her eyes were clear and her voice was firm.

The suet jade-colored white face flushed strangely because of nervousness, it was—— so alluring...

Han Xiyan narrowed his eyes. It was undeniable that she was indeed beautiful, more beautiful than any girl he had ever seen.

However, can the cruel little witch really give everything for her father?

Han Xiyan was a little uncertain.

In his heart, she is such a selfish girl.

"Is this okay too?—" There was a slight smile on his indifferent and arrogant lips.

He moves closer to her.

at a distance without gaps.

Through the clothes, the scalding heat on his body still burned her.

Burning, so painful...

Painful, her body was tense like a fully drawn bow, as if it would break if only one more finger was added...

He was so close to her, and his thin and light breath sprayed on her neck, "Is this - is it okay?"

He raised his right arm and gently touched her face.

His cold fingers moved slowly across her cheek from top to bottom.

She trembled.

Enduring the humiliation that hit like mountains and seas,

Her face and lips had lost their usual pink luster.

She was weak, as if she would fall violently to the ground in the next second, and fainted.

She bit her lip tightly, desperately enduring it.

Anyway—

No one will mind...

In my heart, accompanied by a sense of humiliation, there is actually self-defeating...

So, she endured the humiliation, and also endured the hatred that wanted to break off the cold fingers that moved on her cheeks desperately.

She just trembled and bit her lip tightly...