Beiming Han reveled in her sweet obedience, his heart soft as a piece of fluffy, sugary cotton candy, showing no trace of his typical icy indifference.
After bringing her back to the villa, Beiming Han directly headed to the medicinal bath on the third floor, hoping a soak would comfort them both.
Beiming Han carried Gu Qingxin into the water, fully clothed. Without even removing their clothes, he began to kiss her again. As Gu Qingxin had drunk wine, she was already tipsy. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping her eyes closed, allowing his kisses.
Once their clothes were shed and tossed aside, Beiming Han gently placed her on a rock to one side. He positioned her to lie down there and once again claimed her as his own.
Beiming Han was gentle this time, yet also sturdy and strong. He was fierce when he needed to be, and slowed down when that was required. He cared for her in a way that made her incredibly comfortable.
