"Young Master Yao..." Xia Qingqian knew Beitang Yao was here. Even though she was mentally prepared, her heart still fluttered slightly upon seeing him.
Beitang Yao's expression was not pleasant, cold and detached. His cold, piercing eyes locked onto Xia Qingqian, providing her not even a hint of an opportunity to evade. Then, without a word, he reached out for her hand and guided her upstairs.
At the moment the door closed, Xia Qingqian felt an oppressive wave of dark clouds descending upon her. She wanted to retreat, but an icy cold door panel pressed against her back.
She looked at Beitang Yao, startled, her eyes wide open. She awkwardly smiled and said, "Young Master Yao, what's wrong?"
Beitang Yao's face was grim as he approached Xia Qingqian step by step, placing his hands against the door, gazing down at her for a long time. After a while, he finally asked, "What do you feel for me?"
