Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1117 - 1121: Don’t Cry Anymore

His voice, a low murmur, carried a warmth that grazed her ear, sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"How about now? Does it still hurt? Qingqian, my Qingqian." He eased his pace, his demeanor softening from its earlier intensity.

He wasn't entirely sure of his own words, only that the sensation of losing and then regaining her made it impossible to contain his heart any longer.

Xia Qingqian’s body couldn't help but respond to his gentle touches and the tender whispers of her name, "Qingqian, my Qingqian." Could these words, these tender expressions, truly be coming from the usually cold and proud Beitang Yao? It seemed almost unbelievable.

For a fleeting moment, he appeared lost in thought, his gaze meeting hers with a dazed confusion, yet holding a warmth so profound and dreamlike, she found it hard to believe it was directed at her.

Looking at him in this state, an overwhelming ache bloomed in her heart, though she couldn’t pinpoint the reason.

He ceased his ministrations, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek, brushing away the delicate moisture from her forehead, and murmured, "Don't cry anymore, alright? I won't hurt you again. Please, don't cry."

Seeing her tears, his heart felt an unbearable weight. All other thoughts vanished, and he abruptly stopped, releasing her and gently adjusting her disheveled clothing. Then, he scooped her into his arms and moved swiftly towards the stairs, carrying her into the room.

He carefully placed her onto the large bed. The instant Xia Qingqian’s body made contact with the soft mattress, her eyes widened with the startled alarm of a frightened bird as she looked at Beitang Yao, softly pleading, "Young Master, please don't come again, okay?" She worried, having already experienced his advances so many times in a single day. Could he truly be fine? Even if he was, her body felt incapable of enduring such torment; she feared that if the Young Master were to press further, her own body would simply break.

"Why are you so apprehensive? Did I say I intended to do anything to you? Be good, stay still. I merely wish to hold you properly." A choked laugh escaped him. His body had already settled over hers, but he simply wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her tightly against his chest.

Breathing in the delicate fragrance of her hair, his eyelids grew heavy with fatigue, and he closed them, his breath fanning softly above her head. He too was utterly spent; because of her, every fiber of his being had been taut with tension, allowing no room for relaxation.

He couldn't fathom a life without this woman; the agony of losing her felt even more unbearable than the pain he experienced when he lost Shen Youran.

Now, with her finally resting in his embrace, how wonderful it was.

Xia Qingqian stirred, wanting to shift, but any slight movement resulted in a firmer grip on her waist and the warm body behind her pressing closer, their forms fitting together as one. Listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing above her, she finally allowed her body to relax, quietly leaning against his chest, accepting his embrace and syncing her breath with his gentle cadence.

They drifted off to sleep in this embrace, both likely overcome with exhaustion, unable to withstand any further intensity, and sleep claimed them both.

A light tickling sensation on her face jolted Xia Qingqian awake. Her eyes fluttered open to find Beitang Yao’s slender fingers gently tracing the contours of her face. A moment of surprise gave way to a soft, weak smile directed at him, a smile that filled his heart with a radiant joy.

"You’re awake?" he asked, his voice soft as he planted a light kiss upon her lips.

"Mm," she replied with a slight nod, her eyes blinking serenely, her delicate lashes fluttering like tiny wings.