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

”Young Master, aren’t you going to marry Miss Gu? How can you ask me to have your child?” Her slightly trembling hands rested on his chest, moving faintly, almost teasing the strings of his heart; if she didn’t stop, he really would have taken her again...

But the moment he heard the words ”Miss Gu” from her mouth, his deep eyes instantly darkened. He reached under her armpit to wrap around her, grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard twice. Hearing her sudden startled cry, he asked in a low voice, ”Hurts now, doesn’t it?”

”Call my name. Call me Young Master again and I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks!”

Hearing his threat, she didn’t dare make a sound.

”Call it, let me hear. You were really wild on the bed just now.” He bit down on her earlobe and refused to let go, constantly tempting her.

”Yao! Don’t move.” She reached out to pull his hand away. ”Let’s finish our shower first, okay?”

”Fine.” He let go of her lips, but in the next second, he twisted her body around, held his huge length, and pushed it in.

Caught off guard, she cried out, and his low, husky voice lingered by her ear: ”Move your waist, now!” As he spoke, his hand smacked Xia Qingqian’s perky butt lightly but firmly.

”Ah—” Xia Qingqian let out a cry of pleasure. ”No!”

”No, huh?” Beitang Yao seized back the initiative, pressed her down against the bathtub, and drove into her with a few deep thrusts.

Her hands splashed at the water’s surface, her eyes brimming with sultry charm as she looked at Beitang Yao, a blush blooming across her cheeks. The droplets of water on Beitang Yao’s face slid down along his cheek and fell onto her chest.

And she saw him suddenly lower his head, burying his entire face against her breasts, biting and sucking at her softness.

Her whole body turned to jelly, letting him ravage her as he pleased. As it went on, Xia Qingqian could no longer resist the pleasure brought by his teasing and the place where they were joined. She actively lifted her legs, wrapping them tightly around his waist, cupping his head, twisting her hips to match his movements.

Beitang Yao still showed some restraint. Seeing her lying weakly over the edge of the bathtub, he stepped forward to scoop her into his arms, carried her out of the bathroom, and blow-dried her hair—of course, not forgetting to cop a feel whenever he could.

She brushed his hands away, shot him a coquettish glare, and said, ”No more... I can’t take it...”

She really couldn’t understand how Beitang Yao had so much energy—how many times he’d taken her in bed, how many times in the bathroom; didn’t he ever get tired? And now he was groping around again—just what was he trying to do?

”Really no more?” He grinned wickedly, his hands sliding to her flat lower belly as he murmured, ”This place is only allowed to carry my child.”

The air was thick with a dense, ambiguous, and lustful atmosphere, making it a little hard for her to breathe.

Her hand rested on the back of his hand, trying to push it away. ”If I really have to leave after three years, what if I can’t bear to leave the child? Will I still be his mommy? I’m afraid I won’t be able to walk away, that I won’t be able to leave him...”

Her eyes were brimming with tears, as if they would spill over at any moment!

His body paused, he thought for a second, then casually said, ”Then stay. Stay with him, watch him grow up, and take care of our child.”

”Uuugh!” Her tears burst forth like a collapsed dam, flooding out in an instant!

She threw her arms around him and began to cry silently!