Such a barbaric and self-centered man, Xia Xiaonuan must have been blind in the past to fall in love with him.
She would never fall in love with such a man, even if she died.
Xia Xiaonuan didn't want him to touch her leg, trying to move it away.
But Nangong Yaoling directly grabbed her calf with one hand, not allowing her to move.
The warm big hand controlled her leg.
"Don't move, be careful of the wound." His voice suddenly became very soft, seeing her frown, he couldn't help but lower his head and blew lightly on her wound.
A gust of cold wind hit, and Xia Xiaonuan indeed felt the pain ease a bit.
The frown on her face also slightly relaxed.
His fussing around made her almost forget about the recent heartbreak.
She only focused on being angry at him.
Because squatting was uncomfortable, Nangong Yaoling simply knelt on one knee on the ground, with one knee bent on the ground for support.
Such a humble posture, Nangong Yaoling had never done before.
