He really had no patience to wait for her to build up her emotions, nor to be ready for helping soone else bathe. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and gently placed it on his firm chest. "If it’s not clean, keep washing," he repeated indifferently.
He helped her wash her hair and body, so she should at least help wash him once, right? It’s not an unreasonable request, is it?
Xia Qingqian’s trembling fingers moved cautiously, her palms burning with heat every inch of skin they touched. She carefully mimicked his movents, massaging in small circles. The upper body was completely washed, but... when it ca to the lower part, she swallowed hard and didn’t dare make a move.
"You... you wash yourself..." Xia Qingqian was facing away from Beitang Yao.
Without waiting for him to regain his composure, she stood up from the bathtub. This ti, she smartly and swiftly grabbed the towel and fled in panic.
No matter what, even if he scolded her later, she didn’t want to help him bathe... What kind of man thinks like that? How could he be this old and still expect a woman to help him bathe? He must be a pervert, definitely!
Yet, every ti during their lovemaking, her intuition told her that he seed nothing of the sort. His skill was consummate—how could it be his first ti seeking thrills in the bathroom?
When she was beneath him, she would often wonder how many won had lain there under him, experiencing the sa passion. Each ti this thought surfaced, a wave of bitterness unknowingly rose in her heart...
Beitang Yao, that bastard, filled her mind with unspeakable thoughts. The saying, "To be close to rose is to be red, and to be close to ink is to be black," is truly a truth.
She shrugged off those troubling thoughts and, while Beitang Yao hadn’t yet co out, hurriedly took clothes from the suitcase and changed.
Looking at the vast room, Xia Qingqian felt it was surreal. These luxurious, sophisticated things were once far removed from her life, but... ever since Mr. Xia’s incident, she and Beitang Yao ca together, bonded by a contract of playful pet..
Could she stay by his side for three years? During those three years, she could constantly watch Qiao Zhenyu’s heart, listen to the heartbeat that belongs to Qiao Zhenyu. She genuinely wanted to quickly rush back ho and let Qiao Zhenyu’s heart know that she never forgot him, that she was always waiting for him.
Regarding her relationship with Beitang Yao, everything happened coincidentally; it wasn’t mutual willingness. She sought help from others, hence Beitang Yao appeared by her side.
She began to struggle to differentiate her feelings. The person she had been waiting for never reached the other person’s world. And now, between her and Beitang Yao, she surprisingly developed so kind of sentint toward him, a kind of sentint she herself couldn’t even articulate.
Xia Qingqian, oh Xia Qingqian, what should you do with yourself? She wanted to delve deeper into her thoughts, but the bathroom door had been opened. From inside erged a naked man, truly without a stitch of clothing, walking straight towards Xia Qingqian.
Frightened, she hurriedly took a few steps back, fortunately, the room door was already closed. If Uncle Quan, Maria, Ye Feng, or Mario casually walked in, wouldn’t Beitang Yao’s ** be seen completely?
She took Beitang Yao’s clothes from the wardrobe, handed him a clean towel, then placed the folded clothes on the bed.
Beitang Yao accepted the towel Xia Qingqian handed over. Fresh out of the shower, Beitang Yao’s face and even his whole body was dripping with water, incredibly sexy, and there was a faint scent of soap lingering in the air.
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