She beca his secretary, but in truth, he wanted to keep her by his side, so that he could plunder her anyti he desired. When they were at ho, his actions towards her were even more unscrupulous. Just because... she was his plaything.
Everyone is probably well aware of what a plaything is, Xia Qingqian was rely Beitang Yao’s plaything, a tool of desire.
Xia Qingqian hesitated for a long ti at the study’s door, before finally biting her lip and pushing the door inward. Upon seeing Beitang Yao standing in front of the bookshelf, his gaze sweeping over those books, Xia Qingqian felt the air solidify, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She adjusted her breathing, gently closed the door, approached the desk, placed down the computer, and opened it.
"You can leave." Beitang Yao pulled a book from the shelf, holding it in his hand, never once glancing at Xia Qingqian, only emitted his unique voice, a whisper like the fragrance of aged wine.
Xia Qingqian hesitated slightly, standing dazed in front of the desk, pondering if the Young Master was angry. Yes... the Young Master was always so unpredictable, why must she suffer like this?
She put away the computer, distractedly turned around, this ti without asking him why, and directly headed for the study’s door.
In her room, she sorted out the eting materials from the afternoon, finished the tasks at hand, knowing full well that when living under soone else’s shelter, she must swallow her pride and accept their rules.
Especially since she relied on Beitang Yao in this house; every matter, big or small, required his approval. She decided to do her duty well, avoid provoking Beitang Yao, stay out of his sight. That way, she could at least enjoy so peace and quiet.
Beitang Yao slightly lifted his gaze, set the book down, barely glanced at Xia Qingqian’s frail figure, his eyes darkened. What was happening to him? Engaging in these insane actions for a woman was completely out of character for him!
Xia Qingqian... Xia Qingqian...
He silently recited her na in his heart. Was it his intention to dismiss her?
For so reason, every ti they were alone together, simply watching her wasn’t enough to satisfy his desires. He wanted more. His heart even wickedly fantasized about burying himself in her body and never leaving. For the two of them to rge into one, never to part.
However, how could these thoughts be allowed in his mind?
Moreover, this woman was only with him because of money, she could only be his plaything. He could only demand from her, there was no love. Such a cheap woman was completely unworthy, utterly undeserving. They were from two different worlds. She could never enter his world, nor did he wish to enter hers.
Yet, whenever another male creature dared to glance even once at Xia Qingqian, he would beco anxious, furious, wanting to punish her severely. She could only be his; no one else was allowed to covet, absolutely not allowed.
Damn it! That woman must have been a poisonous flower in a previous life; otherwise, why would he beco addicted upon first touching her body? There was a ti when his mind could only think of her, his thoughts consud only by her enchanting form which brought him heavenly pleasure. She enchanted him... captivated him... but he couldn’t admit it.
He warned himself that these were all illusions, illusions, never to be believed.
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