Ning Rongrong wiped the moisture from her slightly reddened pink lips. Things had been too intense just now, and her heart was still pounding wildly.
She looked into those black eyes.
"Xia... huff... Yan, I..."
Xia Yan squeezed her firm, perky backside and wiped the dampness from the corner of his mouth. "All right, all right. Rongrong, take a deep breath with me..."
Ning Rongrong's chest rose and fell.
With only Xia Yan in her eyes, she naturally followed his words without thinking.
She took deep breaths along with him.
Her wildly pounding little heart gradually calmed.
Only then did she notice Zhu Zhuqing in the corner of her vision, standing all alone at the side, looking as though she was about to cry.
Her lips trembled slightly, and her watery eyes carried a trace of helpless innocence. Both hands pinched a tiny corner of Xia Yan's shirt.
The thin white garment made her appear exceptionally delicate.
Though she usually looked aloof and cool, she now resembled a wronged little girl.
"..."
Ning Rongrong's heart immediately softened.
After the passion had faded, she realized: had she been too impulsive?
They should have done this in private, right?
Zhu Zhuqing's aggrieved appearance even stirred Ning Rongrong's protective instincts.
After exchanging a glance with Xia Yan, she released the legs wrapped around his waist and stood on the white jade floor, though her legs went weak for a moment.
She hugged Zhu Zhuqing, who was still clutching Xia Yan's shirt, and stroked her hair. "Zhuqing, I'm sorry. I got too excited."
"Next time, we can do it together, okay..."
Zhu Zhuqing did not know how to respond. "You... you two..."
"I..."
Xia Yan took out a wet wipe from his storage Soul Tool and wiped his mouth clean. After kissing, one had