His voice was low and soft, the heat from his breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver through her entire body.

"How about now? Does it still hurt? Qingqian, my Qingqian." He slowed down, his movements becoming gentle from their previous roughness.

He didn’t really know what he was saying now, just that the feeling of losing and regaining control made him unable to rein in his heart any longer.

Xia Qingqian’s body couldn’t resist his caresses and the words he whispered at her ear, calling her name, Qingqian, my Qingqian. Were these words, these expressions, really from the cold and proud Beitang Yao? Could they be?

For a moment, he seemed dazed, looking at her eyes in confusion, and within his gaze held a touch of warmth, so dreamy, she couldn’t believe it was a tenderness directed at her.

Looking at him like this, all she felt was an overwhelming pain in her heart, yet she couldn’t find a reason for it.

He stopped his actions, kissed her flushed cheeks, swept aside the slight moisture on her forehead, and said softly, "Don’t cry anymore, okay? I won’t hurt you again, don’t cry."

Watching her tears, his heart truly couldn’t bear it, he had no more thoughts, stopping all his actions, leaving her body, adjusting her disheveled clothes, then scooping her up in his arms and heading straight for the stairs into the room.

He gently laid her on the big bed, and as soon as Xia Qingqian’s body touched the bed, she looked at Beitang Yao with the alarm of a startled bird, softly crying, "Young Master, please don’t come again, okay?" He’s done it so many times in one day, could he really be fine? Even if he was okay, her body couldn’t withstand him tormenting her like this; she felt that if the Young Master really came again, her body wouldn’t be able to take it.

"Why are you so nervous? Did I say I was going to do anything to you? Be good, don’t move, I just want to hold you properly." He stifled a laugh, his body had already covered hers, but he only simply wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his chest.

Smelling her fragrant hair, his eyelids couldn’t resist the fatigue and closed, his breath gently inhaling and exhaling above her head. He was exhausted too, because of her, every part of him was tense, not a sliver of relaxation!

He really couldn’t imagine what he would do without this little woman; the feeling of losing her was even harder to bear than when he lost Shen Youran. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Now she was finally lying in his arms, how wonderful.

Xia Qingqian wanted to move, but as soon as she moved slightly, her waist would be gripped a bit tighter, and the warm body behind her would press closer, their bodies nestled together like this. Listening to the even breathing from above her head, she finally relaxed her body, quietly leaning against his chest, allowing him to hold her, breathing along with his gentle rhythm.

She and Beitang Yao fell asleep holding each other like this, perhaps both were too exhausted, unable to withstand such torment any longer, and they both fell asleep.

Until Xia Qingqian felt a tickle on her face, she suddenly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Beitang Yao’s slender fingers tracing along her face. She was first startled, then revealed a weak smile to him, warm and soft, which brought joy to his heart.

"You’re awake?" He kissed her lips lightly and asked softly.

"Mm." She nodded slightly, her eyes blinking gently, the small lashes fluttering prettily.