"Xiaonuan... So, you were also really looking forward to me, weren't you?" He gazed at her, speaking wickedly.
Xia Xiaonuan furrowed her brows, grabbing his hand in frustration: "Enough... Nangong Yaoling!"
"Call me husband, or Yaoling... I'll stop then..." His voice was gentle, with a kind of elegant magnetism, making Xia Xiaonuan feel as though she were inebriated.
Though she didn't want to call him that, she was... more afraid he might lose control and harm the baby in her womb.
"Hu... husband..." She lowered her lashes, reluctantly stammering.
Her voice was soft, embarrassed, and carried a trace of tremor.
Nangong Yaoling, however, was ignited with heat by the elongated cadence in her voice.
The madness within him seemed provoked and crashed wildly within.
Like a trapped little beast.
"Call me again... I didn't quite hear..." His fingertips wandered across her skin, wanting to hear her continue calling his name, wanting more.
