"No!" Xia Qingqian said in a deep voice, "Turn around first. How can I put on clothes with you watching like this!" Her voice carried a hint of complaint and urgency.
Beitang Yao crossed his arms and stared at her. The more she resisted, the less he complied with her wishes. As long as he saw her shy with a trace of timidity, he felt imnsely comfortable inside.
"This is my place. Why should I leave?" He stifled a laugh, reached out to hug her waist, took the clothes from her hand, and dressed her piece by piece, even putting on her underwear with extre skill, as if he’s done it often.
Xia Qingqian secretly wondered in her heart if he often took off won’s underwear. Thinking of this, her heart tightened again! She had read a saying on a blog: If you can’t bring happiness to a woman, then please don’t remove her underwear.
Ha... Between her and Beitang Yao, there was only stripping and pleasure, but no love to speak of. For him to remove her underwear was a given, it was his right, and she couldn’t refuse nor had the power to resist it. She was rely a tool he bought with money for his desires.
"Young Master, let do it myself..." She felt his hand, seemingly magical, barely touching her body, sending a tingling feel through her, an almost floating sensation, quite wonderful.
"How can you be like this? I really can’t understand you won! It’s almost done, I won’t touch your body now." He saw through her worries and ntioned it to give her reassurance.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, her body softened in his hands, and in a daze, he heard her sigh lightly.
After he dressed her, he got up to leave, but Xia Qingqian stopped him: "Young Master, my hand is fine, no need to trouble the Night Wind Housekeeper." She guessed Beitang Yao was going to call Ye Feng to tend to her wound.
But what’s this little injury? It’s nothing. She’s not so pampered lady; she felt no pain at all.
"Do you want the wound to fester?" He stopped, turned back, and looked at her.
Xia Qingqian’s lips curled into a faint smile, shaking her head, "I can handle it myself." She studied dicine and knew her situation.
Beitang Yao hesitated for a mont, looked at her, and asked, "Could it be that you know dicine?"
Xia Qingqian t Beitang Yao’s gaze, nodded, "My specialty is Chinese dicine."
Beitang Yao froze, her specialty is Chinese dicine, yet she can speak so many languages, and so fluently? He gently shifted his gaze onto her, scrutinizing her closely.
"Sit down first, I’ll ask Night Wind to bring so dicine up." Not probing too deep into her affairs, Beitang Yao said as he walked away.
In the vast room, she was alone, and suddenly felt helpless, appearing in his world made her feel so insignificant.
No matter the ti and place, everything he did to her was based on his mood. To him, she existed only for physical pleasure. She longed to end this ga, but the initiative was not in her hands; she didn’t have the right to say it’s over. As long as Beitang Yao didn’t say end, there would be endless entanglent and tornt.
Soon after, the door was pushed open. She initially thought it was Night Wind, but it was Beitang Yao who entered, carrying a dicine box straight to her bedside, placing it on the bed, speaking in a steady voice, "Treat the wound on your hand."
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