Beitang Yao's body also froze for a moment, and he quickly pushed away the restless delicate figure beneath him. Much of the alcohol had dissipated.
"Why is it you?" Beitang Yao tidied his messy shirt and cast a casual gaze at Xia Qingqian, whose chest was exposed.
He was wondering who he had pinned down.
Xia Qingqian regained her senses, quickly sat up, turned her back to him, buttoned up the buttons Beitang Yao had undone, and then promptly got off the bed.
Standing properly in front of Beitang Yao, "Young Master, I'm sorry..." She didn't know if she had done something wrong. She always found herself defeated under Beitang Yao's oppressive influence, never daring to utter a single word of defiance.
Beitang Yao himself didn't understand why he always did inexplicable things, always leaving Xia Qingqian puzzled and confused.
The two of them stood apart, not saying anything, the air nearly freezing, and Xia Qingqian dared not even breathe.
