"..." Xia Qingqian’s jaw was pinched painfully by Beitang Yao, she dared not utter a word, only widened her eyes, staring straight at the furious Beitang Yao.
She didn’t understand why Beitang Yao showed such a lost composure, this wasn’t the proud and aloof Young Master she had known...
And her hands, clasped behind her back, couldn’t help but feel sore, the magazine hidden within fell to the ground with a smack.
Beitang Yao heard the sound, stepped past her body, his gaze fell to the ground. Seeing the magazine lying there, his face darkened, the strength in his hands growing.
Pain shocked her into a cry, yet he still looked at her unsatisfied and asked, "Why are you hiding Nancy’s magazine?"
This ti, she sensed it—a strong sour jealousy emanating from the Young Master’s body.
It made her heart skip a beat.
Could it be, in the Young Master’s eyes, he would even be jealous over a plaything?
"...Young Master..." Her eyes tingled with acidity.
His icy gaze narrowed, reflecting a cold shadow, "Speak." His face was dark like a piece of coal, resembling the essence of a jealous person.
"Young Master, I really didn’t hide Mr. Nan’s magazine, I just admire Mr. Nan, couldn’t help but glance more..." Scared by his fierce expression, she was nearly about to cry.
Just admiration? Does admiration require such tender, watery eyes to gaze upon? He had never seen such brainless words from an idiot!
This damn woman, actually still stubbornly arguing. He wouldn’t punish her ruthlessly, she wouldn’t obediently retract those claws.
He leaned in, no longer giving her a chance to explain, harshly sealed her trembling cherry lips.
Just before her brain lacked oxygen, he relented to release her, her body swayed, falling into the chair, hands gripping the armrests tightly.
A pair of misty eyes filled with overflowing desire slowly lifted, looking up at the man like a king standing before her.
He leaned down, trapping her within his strong, agile arms, lips moving subtily as he said charmingly, "Woman, you can only be my plaything, don’t even think of harboring thoughts of other n."
He didn’t care what story might exist between her and Nancy, but now she could only be Beitang Yao’s.
Xia Qingqian was startled by his icy glare, body shifting uneasily, desperately trying to move to the chair.
She wanted to leave, wanted to escape this Demon, yet there was no way out.
Beitang Yao noticed her movents, eyes squinting, lifted her up, swept all obstacles off the desk. Even the takeout he personally bought was ruthlessly cleared off.
And he pressed her hard onto the desk, pulling at the tie he’d worn all day, his face looking fiercely at her.
That vicious gaze seed nearly to peel her alive, she fearfully wanted to crawl out from under him, but he snatched her back. This ti truly pinning her firmly to the desk.
He leaned forward crushing her body. She had no chance to escape.
Looking at Beitang Yao above her, his cool face, those eyes carrying a hint of panic and a trace of expectation.
She feared he might force himself upon her, yet her heart annoyingly craved his urgency...
However, he only symbolically punished her, unlike the scenes with Du Ziheng and won in Beitang Yao’s office.
"...Young Master..."
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