Hearing him say that, she finally let out a breath, her breathing gradually calming. She stared at Beitang Yao in a daze, weakly asking, "Young Master, can you get up first? You’re crushing ... I can’t breathe..."
Being pressed under such a robust body, she felt sowhat uncomfortable, and with their two bodies so closely pressed together, it was so ambiguous, sparking endless imagination.
"I can give you air," he said, leaning down to cover her lips, literally blowing air into her.
Xia Qingqian was so scared her eyes widened, not only because he was giving her air but also because his large hands were still wandering over her body, gently caressing every inch of her tender, smooth skin, making her body tremble uncontrollably, a tingling sensation emanating from deep within her bones forcing a soft moan from her lips!
Her body was most afraid of tickling. Whenever he touched her, she would stiffen, unable to relax! His hand stopped at her waist, wanting to continue downward, pushing her to the brink of collapse!
Xia Qingqian reached out to grab his hand, preventing any further audacity, looking into his eyes, she shook her head and said, "Young Master, I’m ticklish!"
At this mont, Beitang Yao couldn’t help but snicker; she truly was a troubleso one! Afraid of everything, unwilling to do anything!
It was also killing his desires! If he turned impotent soday, he’d probably bla it all on her. She was the one who first sparked the fire, yet she wasn’t willing to fulfill her duties, it was truly unkind of her!
"I frequently touch your body. After my training, you won’t have this problem anymore. I don’t intend to violate you. Be good, I’m just cherishing your scars." Whatever he intended, he always had a reason.
Xia Qingqian believed his nonsense, truly releasing her hand, allowing his slightly erotic fingers to tease her body. She even responded to his touch with a few soft moans, making him feel as if a fire were burning throughout his body, becoming even more intense.
With his Shen Mou, he gazed at her smooth body, covered in the bruises he had caused, and sighed softly. His actions beca gentle as he lovingly kissed those bruises.
The swelling on Xia Qingqian’s originally red cheeks had subsided quite a bit, but there was still a glaring red mark there.
"This spot was hit by Ziqian, right?" he asked, cupping her face and lightly kissing the swollen area.
Her eyes heated up, a knot forming in her chest, but she managed a small smile, thinking all of this was no longer important. She shook her head and chuckled lightly, "It wasn’t Miss Gu who hit , it was my own carelessness."
She felt she didn’t have the right to sow discord between Beitang Yao and Miss Gu. What belongs to her is hers, and forcing it otherwise is futile.
Beitang Yao looked dazedly at her, hearing her words brought a surge of bitterness in his heart. This little woman, being beaten and still acting tough, what was the point of being so stubborn?
"I really don’t know what to do with you. From now on, if things like this happen, don’t keep them to yourself. I’m your man. Talk to about anything, I’ll help you." He seed insatiable, constantly kissing every inch of her body.
Hearing Beitang Yao’s words "I’m your man," her heart trembled. Was this sothing the Young Master usually said? Such a Young Master was truly beyond her ability to resist!
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