Xia Qingqian was slightly startled, her body not daring to move, allowing him to hold her tightly. Even though her bones creaked from his hug, she didn’t care because she knew that, at this mont, she was in a very safe embrace! She believed he would truly protect her.
"They thought I was the Young Master’s mistress, tied up in an iron house, poured gasoline on and on the iron cage filled with rats, and set fire to burn the rats in the cage. They took photos of you, stabbing them with knives, shooting them with a silenced pistol shot after shot." That scene in her mind cannot be dispelled, as if it had rooted deeply.
Whenever she thought of it, her body trembled; she couldn’t imagine, if things had co to a head, what would she do? They kidnapped the wrong person, she was not worth a billion in the Young Master’s eyes, just a re plaything, how could he be concerned about her? But in her mind, whenever the kidnappers received a call saying that Beitang Yao would not pay the ransom to redeem her, her heart suddenly ceased to breathe at that mont. In his eyes, she was indeed dispensable...
"You’re not my mistress, you’re my woman. I won’t let anyone hurt you, I’ll try my best to protect you, instead of Qiao Zhenyu protecting you." He held her tightly, reluctant to let go for even a mont, afraid to witness her seeking death to end her own life.
She’s his, without his permission, she must not die, nor have any suicidal thoughts!
If Xia Qingqian heard these words, she would certainly believe them, certainly rembering them in her heart, but now she was already lying in Beitang Yao’s arms, asleep.
He saw she had no response, seemingly sensing all her strength resting entirely on him, monts later accompanied by faint snoring sounds erging.
He gently released her, wanting to confirm whether she was truly asleep! Upon looking, indeed she had closed her eyes and was sleeping. Must she be so able to sleep? Actually falling asleep right after speaking?
But perhaps it’s good; she won’t cause any more trouble. Saying so, he lifted her horizontally, walked to the large bed, and gently, indulgently laid her back onto the bed.
He pulled the quilt over her, waved the servants away, and as he watched her sleeping face, slowly he too softly closed his eyes, arms still holding her, himself reclining against the headboard.
She slept very peacefully in his arms, never waking again. Perhaps she had worn him out enough, he held her, and slept soundly, although the sleep wasn’t very comfortable, he felt a wave of happiness rising in his heart.
He suddenly hoped she would never wake up, and that he could embrace her forever.
He whispered softly in her ear: "Silly woman, I hope you really are silly, this way, I would consider protecting you well." After speaking, he left a long, lingering kiss on her forehead.
When Xia Qingqian woke, she found herself in a strong embrace, raising her eyes to look at that incredibly handso face, her heart pounded wildly. He held her, furrowed his brows, lying beside her, that face still so cold, yet the corners of his mouth slightly lifted in a smile. Upon closer inspection, one could see the exhaustion exhibited on that handso face.
Her face flushed red suddenly, all the way to her ears, all mories rushed back; there was always a warm embrace enveloping her, always warm large hands caressing her, always a deep and gentle voice lingering at her ears...
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