Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

Nangong Xianyue had no reaction after watching the video and his expression remained indifferent. He did this just to save Ning Wanrou. As long as his goal was achieved, he didn't care about anything else.

"I heard it clearly at the bathroom door. Long Junshen said that if she said one word, he would cancel the engagement and take her away. I didn't hear the rest, but the result is obvious, isn't it?"

Qiao Yisha didn't understand why Nangong Xianyue was so persistent.

Qiu Yi said to her from the side: "The young master just woke up, let's go out and let him have a good rest."

Qiao Yisha knew that this matter couldn't be rushed. Talking too much would only annoy Nangong Xianyue. She poured a glass of water for Nangong Xianyue and placed it on the bedside. "Master, you have a good rest. We'll be out first. Call us if you have anything."

Qiao Yisha leaned against the door, feeling worried. Qiu Yi advised, "Sister Yisha, the young master is deeply in love with Miss Ning, and it won't be easy to let go."

"Why did it have to be her?" Qiao Yisha scratched her hair irritably. "If she wasn't pregnant with Long Junshen's child, or if she and the young master were in love, the young master wouldn't have to suffer like this."

Qiu Yi shook his head: "It's hard to predict love. We don't know how the young master fell in love with Miss Ning."

"How was the matter of having someone return the car to Chu Jingli yesterday going?" she asked.

"They have been sent back. Long Junshen and Ning Wanrou ran out of Area A overnight. Old Master Long is looking for them everywhere. He said that he must capture Long Junshen and marry him to the Chu family no matter what."

In such a chaotic situation, Qiao Yisha was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so she asked someone to find out the information and photos of Ning Wanrou working in the nightclub, as well as her intimate photos with Long Junshen, and put them all in the car that was returned to Chu Jingli.

Which woman can tolerate her fiancé having an affair with such a woman?

"Sister Yisha, you and the young master have finally reconciled. Aren't you worried that after the young master finds out..." Qiu Yi said with some concern.

"I can't care about so much anymore. I can't watch him do something stupid for a woman like this." She couldn't bear the blow of watching him get hurt again.

Qiu Yi felt that something seemed different about Qiao Yisha, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Anyway, he was much more reassured about Qiao Yisha now, and he always felt that she would not do anything irrational like before.

"Sister Yisha, please be careful." He couldn't do things without telling Nangong Xianyue like Qiao Yisha did, but he understood Qiao Yisha very well and could only do his best to help her.

"Well, you've been busy all day, go and have a rest. I'll take care of the young master today."

Qiu Yi looked at the dozen or so wounds on her body covered with gauze, "Sister Yisha, but your wounds..."

"Tsk," Qiao Yisha looked down at the gauze on her body, "It's because I'm injured that I have to show my presence in front of the young master, let him know how much effort I put into saving him, and let him care about his own life in the future."

Qiu Yi understood and smiled, "You are right, I will withdraw first."

"Go ahead." Joysa sent him away, opened the door of the living room, and walked in with jolting steps.

Nangong Xianyue hadn't slept yet. There was a desk lamp on the bedside, and he was reading a cardboard-covered book. Qiao Yisha was a little surprised. She thought he would be affected to some extent after watching the video, and he might be in a bad mood or angry, but he was actually reading a book.

Nangong Xianyue looked up at her when she heard the footsteps, then continued reading, "Why don't you go to rest so late?"

"I'm here to take care of you. I was the one who took care of you before." Joysa sat down beside his bed.

"Are you sure?" Nangong Xianyue glanced at the gauze on her body, "You look like you need more care than I do."

"These are just superficial injuries. There are many things I can do, such as pouring water for you, changing your clothes, and..." She took the book from his hand, "reading to you."

"It's late. Lie down and close your eyes. I'll read to you, okay?"

Nangong Xianyue smiled lightly and did not comment.

Qiao Yisha directly pulled out his backrest and helped him lie down. She struggled to move the lightest stool in the room, sat down beside the bed, and picked up the cardboard-covered book. "You just read to page 28, right? I'll read to you from page 28."

Nangong Xianyue did not close his eyes. After sleeping for a whole day and night, he was not sleepy at all. He looked at Qiao Yisha who was holding a book with her head down. The warm yellow light shone on her profile, making her look very gentle.

"I don't hate you at all. I told you that I love you. I know you will like me because--" She stopped. Ashley's face showed a very distressed look, "Ashley, do you like--you like me, right?" "Yes," he said numbly, "I like it."

She read softly but vividly, switching tones and expressions according to different characters. Nangong Xianyue looked at her, and his mind emerged with the scene of him forcing Ning Wanrou to read the story to him. Her figure overlapped with Qiao Yisha.

Ning Wanrou, this separation was probably fate, were they destined not to be together? But next time there was a chance, he would definitely hold on to it tightly and not let go.

As Qiao Yisha read on, her voice gradually weakened, because she suddenly thought of the scene where Nangong Xianyue read the story to Ning Wanrou, but now it was her turn to think about reading the story to him.

She sighed and put the book down.

"What's wrong?" Nangong Xianyue saw her suddenly sigh and didn't understand why.

"It's okay, I just felt a little tired suddenly." She said in a low voice.

"Go back and have a rest. Just call the servant over." Nangong Xianyue said, raising his chin towards the door.

"No." Joysa looked at the big bed and an idea suddenly occurred to her.

Nangong Xianyue:?

She stood up, lowered her head, frowned, twisted her fingers, and bit her lip: "When you were injured before, I slept in your room while taking care of you. Why are you trying to drive me away now... Young Master, do you hate me?" As she spoke, she secretly looked up at Nangong Xianyue's expression.

"Okay, stop acting and come up." Nangong Xianyue closed her eyes and said lightly.

The little man in Qiao Yisha's heart danced with joy. She went to the other side, lifted the quilt and lay down. The cool sandalwood scent unique to Nangong Xianyue instantly surrounded her, filling her with a sense of security.

She pressed down the upturned corners of her mouth and looked at the profile of Nangong Xianyue beside her. Her eyelashes, like small fans, cast a shadow on his face. His eyes, which looked even longer and narrower when closed, were slightly pursed with thin lips, looking like a picture of a handsome man.

Qiao Yisha stared at his thin lips in a trance. Her thoughts always unconsciously went back to the time when she gave artificial respiration to Nangong Xianyue. She seemed to be addicted to that soft and cold touch. Would it be the same feeling when kissing someone else's lips?

She reached out and patted her hot cheeks, telling herself not to think about it anymore.

Maybe it was because she slept too long during the day, she lay there for a long time but still couldn't fall asleep.

But not sleeping at night can make people do some irrational things. Once people fall in love with another person, they will desire to get everything from him, his emotions, his soul, his thoughts, his body...

The same went for Qiaosha. Her lover was lying next to her, and her heart couldn't help but become distracted. He should be asleep, and he wouldn't notice if she gave him a kiss.

She sat up and called Nangong Xianyue a few times to make sure he was asleep, "Master, are you asleep? Master?"

Seeing that Nangong Xianyue did not respond, she slowly bent down towards those bright red lips.

In the dark night, her heartbeat was so loud that she could hardly suppress it. She took a deep breath and gently placed her lips against his. She successfully touched the two slightly cool lips that she had longed for. Sparks seemed to explode in her mind. A few seconds passed in silence. When she was about to get up, the person under her suddenly opened his eyes, and his narrow eyes met hers.

She was so frightened that she quickly moved away and lay down, covering her head with the quilt. Her big movement pulled the wound, causing her to gasp for air, but she didn't dare to say a word.

There was a rustling sound beside me, and it sounded like someone got up. The man's cold and evil voice sounded, "What are you doing?"

"Sleepwalking, go to sleep, young master, you are sleepwalking too."

Nangong Xianyue let out a muffled laugh, "You dare not take responsibility for what you did, little Isa."

Seeing that he didn't get angry, Qiao Yisha became bolder, lifted the quilt and sat up, looking at him: "Yes, I'm kissing you secretly. You've kissed so many people, it won't be a problem if I'm the one who kisses you again."

What she said was true. Nangong Xianyue had always been popular with women. Since he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he had been involved in everything with a group of upper-class aristocrats, including drugs. Qiao Yisha had seen him hugging women many times.

"Besides, I don't know how many times I kissed you when I gave you artificial respiration a few days ago." She whispered.

"Don't do this again. Go to sleep." Nangong Xianyue reached out and turned off the desk lamp, leaving only a dim wall lamp.

Seeing that he acted so indifferent, Qiao Yisha suddenly became annoyed. She kissed him secretly, he should scold her or warn her, which would be better than acting so indifferent now, right?

She was furious and rushed over to hug Nangong Xianyue's neck, then leaned over to kiss him again. Nangong Xianyue pushed her shoulders, but because of the injury he couldn't exert much strength, so he had to turn his head to the side, and Qiao Yisha's awkward and messy kiss moved to his cheek.

"What are you doing, little Isa? Huh?" Nangong Xianyue held her shoulders, looked at the flushed woman in front of him, his voice a little hoarse.

"I'm going to force you to kiss me." Qiaosha thought that if she had to die, she had to die a worthy death. Since she had done this, she would just continue the kiss to the end.

Qiao Yisha was kneeling on the bed and Nangong Xianyue was sitting, so she was taller than him and had more initiative. She lowered her head again to kiss him. Nangong Xianyue's eyes were full of amusement, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He used his fingers to block the two of them.

"Little Isa, I have taught you so many things, but I haven't taught you how to kiss." Nangong Xianyue said, pinching her chin with his fingers.

Qiao Yisha was slightly stunned. What is this?

Nangong Xianyue applied a little force with her thumb, causing her lips to slightly open. "Remember this."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his head slightly and covered her lips, gently grinding her lips with his slightly dry lips, approaching and not approaching, with a casual teasing. She was stunned and didn't know how to react, she just hugged his neck.

Just when she thought it was about to end, a flexible and soft tongue slipped in from between her lips and hooked the tip of her tongue, causing ripples in her heart. Nangong Xianyue, so tempting.

"Can you give me some reaction, little Isa?" Nangong Xianyue held her waist and looked at her with narrowed eyes with some dissatisfaction.