As he approached, she could smell the familiar scent of tobacco on him, and she greedily took a deep breath; wanting to remember this scent forever.
Nangong Yaoling released her, and Xiaonuan dared not look into his eyes. His gaze was so deep and sharp that she felt he could see right through her. She was afraid that her inner dependence and longing would involuntarily show through her eyes, revealing a hint of vulnerability to him.
He looked down at her for a few seconds, then turned around and walked towards the bedroom door.
Xia Xiaonuan stood frozen in place.
"Bang——!" A loud crash resounded, followed by the sound of clattering.
She didn't have to think to guess that it was Nangong Yaoling who had kicked over the antique flower stand in the corridor.
Then there was the sound of footsteps rushing down the stairs.
Xia Xiaonuan felt a bit dizzy and couldn't help but sit down, supporting herself on the sofa.
