"Let’s have some real combat and see whether I’ll really be in any danger, hmm?" He grabbed her wrist, brought it to his lips and kissed it, those seductive phoenix eyes of his hooking onto her and staring unblinkingly.

"Get up, don’t!" She really didn’t want this! He couldn’t keep doing this to her anymore! "My body really can’t take it, if you... if you really want it, go find Miss Gu!" When she said that last sentence, her voice was almost choked with sobs. She turned her face away and didn’t dare look at him.

He flipped over and pressed her beneath him, those phoenix-like eyes reflecting an incomparably sharp light and shadow. "Xia Qingqian, what are you saying? You’re telling me to go find another woman?"

She could feel that he was angrier than she had ever seen him, and it made her whole body tremble non-stop.

"No!" She twisted her head, dodging his raindrop-like kisses, her voice thick with tears as she pleaded pitifully, "Young Master, I really can’t, I’m begging you, please let me go!"

Seeing that Beitang Yao still refused to let her off, she started pounding his chest with her fists, but she didn’t dare use too much strength, terrified she would truly make him angry.

"Satisfy me, and I’ll naturally let you go." She would never know what that feeling of losing something and then getting it back again was really like in his heart.

Only like this could he feel that he truly possessed her.

"Young Master, really, I’m begging you, next time, okay? I really can’t take it anymore!" That was all she could say. She just knew Beitang Yao was waiting for her to say this sentence.

Sure enough, the corners of Beitang Yao’s lips curled into a wicked, devilish smile. He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Good girl, you should’ve done this long ago."

The next second, Xia Qingqian felt her whole body suddenly lifted off the bed. Startled, she threw her arms around his neck, staring at him in confusion. "Young Master, what are you going to do?!"

Beitang Yao answered her with actions instead of words. Holding her in his arms, he carried her into the bathroom and set her down in the bathtub. The water temperature was just right.

The moment her body touched the warm water, she felt as if her entire being had finally relaxed. She couldn’t help letting out a soft sigh; it was just too comfortable. But a pair of ill-intentioned eyes had been fixed on her the whole time.

"Your clothes are already wet. I’ll help you take them off." He stripped off his own clothes, leaving only a pair of tight-fitting briefs, then lazily slid into the tub. The bathtub was quite large; even with two people in it, there was more than enough space.

Xia Qingqian sensed a dangerous aura closing in on her. She hurriedly crossed her arms over her chest, her ink-black hair sliding forward to cover her breasts.

"Don’t!" she cried out in shock.

Beitang Yao shook his head, bent his legs and inched closer to her, reaching out to peel off her clothes. "You have to take off your clothes to bathe, of course. We’ve already been completely naked in front of each other for so long, and you’re still shy?"

With him saying that, her face burned an even deeper red. She hadn’t known Beitang Yao could actually say so many dirty jokes.

Even though she’d faced him bare and exposed countless times, it had always happened when she’d had no choice. Under his body, she was only ever the one being taken, never the one who got to enjoy anything.

He kept wringing her body dry; how could she possibly feel any pleasure?

"No need, Young Master. You bathe first, I’ll wash later." She suddenly stood up, sending water splashing all over him. As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted her foot, about to step out of the tub. She knew the Young Master had a serious cleanliness obsession; how could he possibly want to soak in a lovers’ bath with her?