Song Yuli bit her lip gently, sitting awkwardly in Nangong Yu's lap. Looking at Nangong Yu's restrained expression, she said shyly, "Um, maybe you should let me go."

Nangong Yu didn't speak, but the hand on Song Yuli's waist tightened involuntarily, completely trapping her in his arms.

His eyes were deep and his voice was hoarse: "What did I tell you a few days ago to call me?"

Song Yuli pursed her lips shyly, stole a glance at him, then blushed and whispered, "...Husband~"

Hearing that soft, sweet voice, Nangong Yu's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Taking advantage of Song Yuli's inattention, he picked her up in a princess carry and placed her on the small bed next to him.

Song Yuli instinctively rolled over to dodge, but was pinned down by Nangong Yu.

Song Yuli blushed helplessly and pushed him away, saying, "Stop fooling around, your aunt is outside."

Nangong Yu grabbed her small hand, leaned down, and brought his lips close to hers, saying softly, "Don't worry, Auntie won't come in."

After saying that, before Song Yuli could struggle, he kissed Song Yuli's lips directly.

Feeling the warmth on his lips, Song Yuli looked at the magnified handsome face in front of him, feeling as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.

She really couldn't handle Nangong Yu's enthusiasm.

Perhaps sensing Song Yuli's distraction, Nangong Yu lightly bit her lip as if as punishment, and then, under Song Yuli's accusing gaze, pried open her mouth with his tongue, teasing her delicate tongue.

Lips and teeth intertwined, tongues entwined, and the indoor temperature gradually rose.

Finally, when Song Yuli could no longer bear it, Nangong Yu let her go.

Song Yuli lay on the bed, panting heavily, staring at Nangong Yu with her big, wet eyes, accusing him.

Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed again, and then he leaned down once more.

Song Yuli hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, shook her head, and looked at him with a wronged expression: "No, I don't want it anymore."

If it happens again, her lips will definitely swell up again. How will she face her aunt and Yuhao then?

Seeing this, Nangong Yu couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned down and kissed her palm lightly, then pressed his thin lips against her small and pert nose, his voice low and husky.

"Don't mention other men in front of me anymore, or I'll get jealous."

Song Yuli: "Huh???"

Was she hallucinating? Nangong Yu actually said he would be jealous?

Seeing Song Yuli's astonished gaze, Nangong Yu sighed helplessly, then stood up, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on her head.

"He has already been sent for cremation."

His hands, resting on his knees, tightened involuntarily. Song Yuli lowered his eyes, concealing the expression within them: "Oh."

Seeing that Song Yuli didn't want to say more, Nangong Yu didn't press her and just quietly held her.

After a long pause, Song Yuli spoke, his voice trembling slightly: "Do you know? It was because of me that he died."

Yes, even though that scarred man was so skilled in kung fu, he could have escaped at any time if he wanted to, but because she was being held hostage, he was distracted and killed by someone else because he didn't want her to get hurt.

Nangong Yu didn't speak, but his arms around Song Yuli tightened involuntarily.

Song Yuli closed her eyes, and a tear slowly slid down her cheek.