The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories

Chapter 326: Chapter 328 【328】What’s With Your Attitude 3

Xia Xiaonuan gently closed her eyes: ”If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do.”

Nangong Yaoling’s body stiffened instantly, teeth grinding in anger: ”Xia Xiaonuan, what kind of attitude is this!?”

Xia Xiaonuan glared at him: ”Nangong Yaoling, what do you really want!?”

Staring at the stubborn tears in Xia Xiaonuan’s eyes, Nangong Yaoling suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her forcefully.

That kiss contained no affection or desire, only hatred and venting.

His large hand tore at her clothes, his whole body exuding intense hatred. The cold hand swept like lightning across her body, forcefully igniting every nerve.

Xia Xiaonuan struggled in pain, but the more she resisted, the rougher and more savage Nangong Yaoling’s actions became, like a jaguar viciously attacking its prey.

Soon, she was completely exhausted; his brutal kisses fell behind her ears, on her chest, with a force akin to sucking blood. This Nangong Yaoling invoked a strange fear in Xia Xiaonuan.

For a moment, she even felt he was going to kill her right here.

The ancient palace, long uninhabited, carried a faint moldy smell mixed with the scent of old furniture.

Feeling her mind grow numb, her torn clothes exposed her body to the chilly air. Her thoughts became more and more muddled. Just as she thought Nangong Yaoling would show no mercy today, his actions suddenly halted.

She lay on the ground, unable to see the ceiling clearly, everything before her appearing blurred and white.

A hoarse and gloomy voice called beside her ear: ”Xia Xiaonuan, what’s wrong?”

Her body was shaken violently; the voice grew more urgent. She felt the whole world spinning. The next moment, she felt a rush of heat from her lower body, then fell into complete darkness, fainting away.

Nangong Yaoling stared at the unconscious girl on the floor, her black hair scattered across the golden carpet, enhancing the paleness of her tiny face, which was devoid of any blood. Her dark lashes were still speckled with tears. Bruises from his forced actions marked her neck, chest, thighs—everywhere.

She lay there, like a porcelain doll about to shatter at any moment.

At that moment, a grey mist passed through the man’s dark eyes, like a sky about to rain, filled with a repressed despair.

His gaze fell to the crimson blood seeping between her legs, resembling thorny roses in bloom, faint traces of blood filling the air.

Nangong Yaoling furrowed his brows tightly, his handsome face turning pale instantly. He clumsily dressed her, his fingertips trembling slightly, unsure if it was from anger or something else.

Clearly, she was the most precious to him, clearly, she was the one he least wanted to hurt.

Yet, every time, she managed to drive him to treat her in the roughest manner.

It felt like cutting his own heart with a knife. Nangong Yaoling’s eyes reddened with the sharp pain in his chest.

He reached out to hug her but felt his arms lose strength, his whole body seemed drained.

Taking a slight breath, his pupils instantly grew cold.

Then, he stood up, carried her, and strode outside.