He gave a muffled cough, then his icy eyes darkened as he forcefully suppressed the fire ignited by Xia Qingqian within him.
"It's nothing, get off me right now!" His eyes were cold, nearly roaring, if she kept looking at him with those pitiful eyes, he might lose control and turn her over, pinning her beneath him...
This loss, he would definitely demand back with interest.
Xia Qingqian also realized her inappropriate behavior and quickly sat up, but her hand rested on Beitang Yao's flat, sturdy abdomen.
A jolt of electricity surged into her palm, startling her into quickly withdrawing her hand, staring blankly at Beitang Yao.
"...Young Master, I'm sorry..." She didn't mean it, being shocked made her hand spasm.
Beitang Yao sat up wearily, stood up, tidying the clothes she had wrinkled with a blank expression.
"Cried enough?" he asked in a low voice, his peripheral vision naturally glancing at her.
