No one knew that the Young Master stopped halfway to buy medicine, which was for Xia Qingqian.
When the car returned to the villa, Beitang Yao instructed the servants to properly store the medicine and bring it to Xia Qingqian to take at the scheduled times.
After dinner, Xia Qingqian took a clean towel from the servant's hand and walked to the swimming pool.
In a far corner, she quietly gazed at the Young Master as he swam back and forth in the pool, the moonlight scattered on the water, so crystal clear and shimmering. Beitang Yao, like a flying fish, swam freely and joyfully in the water, frolicking with the moonlit waves.
Until Beitang Yao emerged from the water, wearing only dark blue swimming trunks, his strong, long legs stepped up the stones, water droplets rolling down from his head, falling on his chest, cascading downward.
He had a flawless physique, comparable to the Western Michel, simply a gift from the heaven, as if sculpted to perfection.
