Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go

She occasionally twisted her body without even realizing it, seriously making him both want to laugh and cry! He wasn’t even sleepy yet, okay, and here she was seducing him so blatantly—wasn’t she just asking him to make a mistake?

In her sleep, Xia Qingqian seemed to hear someone murmuring by her ear. She wanted to listen more carefully, but there was a force pushing her back into sleep, telling her not to listen.

At dawn, Beitang Yao was already awake. He slowly pulled out from her body. He got out of bed, washed up, and straightened everything out. He looked full of energy now, not at all like a man who’d just fought a hundred battles all night.

He glanced at the little beauty on the bed, sleeping like a mess, and a complicated feeling surged in his chest. She had to endure pain even in the middle of pleasure—it really was hard on her.

He hadn’t thought before that he’d gone way overboard yesterday. Once he really couldn’t suppress the impulse in his body, he’d started doing all those ruthless things to her.

When Xia Qingqian woke up, she couldn’t help but frown slightly. Her whole body really felt like it had fallen apart; the moment she moved even a little, she felt as if she could hear her body cracking.

She secretly cursed Beitang Yao in her heart. The pain she was enduring now was worse than any time before! She just couldn’t figure it out—when men do that kind of thing, do they really have to keep going and going like that? No need to ask anyone else, Beitang Yao had already answered her with his actions.

Because he’d tormented her too hard yesterday, she had completely forgotten the serious matter. She remembered he had mentioned to her last night that they had to return to the country today. She had to tell him everything this morning, otherwise she didn’t know when she’d ever get another chance.

Thinking of this, she got up from the bed, dragged her sore and aching body to find some clothes, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When she came out of the bathroom, she happened to see Beitang Yao, fully dressed, walking in from the outer room. Sure enough, the softness on his face from last night had been covered by a thin layer of cool indifference again. She knew that side of him would never last long. See—just in the blink of an eye, he’d gone back to that thousand-year-ice-face of his.

”Come here.” He walked over to the sofa, sat down, and crooked his finger at her.

She didn’t think too much and went over, but she was still a little afraid of him. As for what exactly she was afraid of—anyone could figure that out with their knees.

His cold gaze settled on her. Seeing the troubled look on her face, he raised an eyebrow and asked, ”What’s with that expression?”

Her body trembled, but he had already swept her into his arms. She didn’t dare to move around, letting him hold her. Luckily, she’d just washed up and no longer had that lingering smell of last night’s lovemaking on her body. Only then did she quietly let out a breath of relief.

No matter when, Xia Qingqian would always take Beitang Yao’s feelings into account, but he had never really cared about hers. He always liked to take from her at any time, and even when he clearly knew her body couldn’t handle it, he still wanted her.

”Yao?” she called him softly. She didn’t dare call him Young Master anymore; the bloody punishment from last night had scared her.

”Mm?” he responded. At first he didn’t know why she was calling him, but then it hit him in a flash—she was testing his mood with her tone. That realization really made him want to flip her over and slap her butt!

”Does your body still hurt?” His big hand stroked her through the thin layer of her clothes. He’d just been in the study going through documents when he heard movement in the bedroom, so he’d put down his work and come over.

She nodded slightly, then shook her head again.