She let out a startled cry, her heartbeat already in her throat.
She lifted her eyes and met his fiery gaze.
However, the next second, he suddenly restrained himself and let go of her hand.
"I'll do it myself." He turned around and faced away from her, yanking open his shirt.
A button was torn off and fell to the ground.
Xiaonuan quickly turned around and picked up the button on the floor.
It was a button with a matte surface carved with patterns, seemingly simple, yet when held in the palm of her hand, it felt weighty, with an understated luxury.
Xiaonuan held the button in her palm, the corners of her lips lifting into a faint smile.
"Pff—"
A gust of wind passed behind her, and her vision went dark.
A faint, familiar masculine scent mixed with the aroma of coffee filled her nostrils.
"Ah—!"
Realizing what had happened, Xia Xiaonuan couldn't hold back a scream and yanked the shirt off her head.
"Nan—gong—Yao—ling!" she shouted, turning around to glare at him furiously.
