Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1118 - 1122: Young Master, Aren’t You Really Afraid Something Will Happen?

Her hand boldly reached out, fingers intertwining with his. Her eyes instantly grew moist, and a slight curve touched the corners of her lips.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" His hand cushioned her face, and sensing her thoughts, his heart stirred with her vulnerability, feeling an ever-present tighten.

"Young Master, I’m truly afraid, so very scared." She couldn't pinpoint the reason for her tears, yet her face instinctively nuzzled against the back of his hand. She felt his grip tighten further, his hold on her fingers becoming more secure.

With one arm, he drew her into an embrace, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Don't be afraid, Qingqian, I'm here. I won't let anyone bully you. Don't be scared, I'm right here." He continued to murmur words of comfort.

A faint smile played on Xia Qingqian's lips. His assurance, "Qingqian, don't be afraid, I'm here," resonated deeply and thrillingly within her. While he possessed countless ways to torment her, there were also indescribable aspects of him that moved and unsettled her profoundly.

Instinctively, she clutched at his clothes, whispering, "Young Master, you are so good." But would his goodness endure forever? Their arrangement was merely a three-year contract; once it concluded, would she truly be free to leave? Could she?

"Am I really good?" he inquired with a smile, his body shifting to press closer, his lower half particularly making firm contact with Xia Qingqian.

Xia Qingqian let out a gasp, instinctively pulling back. Her brow furrowed with concern as she looked at Beitang Yao. "Young Master, aren't you worried about accidents?" The mere thought of his incessant demanding left her trembling.

"My good girl, do you think anything could happen to me? Or perhaps, you simply don't trust your man?" He released her hand and moved to unzip his trousers. However, just as he was about to proceed, Xia Qingqian intervened.

A flicker of confusion and displeasure crossed his features as he looked at her. "Little girl, don't forget, if I desire something, you do not possess the right to refuse."

He understood her concern for his well-being but preferred she didn't delve too deeply into that particular aspect.

"Tell me, how did you learn that engaging in such activities too frequently could be detrimental to a man's health? Have you been seeing other men behind my back?" Although he was aware her body belonged solely to him, he couldn't resist a bit of playful teasing.

Xia Qingqian's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. "Young Master, I didn't!" How could she possibly explain that during the nights he so vigorously took from her, she genuinely felt her body could no longer withstand such strain and had consequently sought out information on male-female intimacy online?

But if she confessed, would he actually believe her? She recalled that to him, she was merely an object of his desire, summoned only when his lust surged, perpetually extracting from her.

"Then how did you come to know?" He remained persistent, unwilling to let the matter rest.

"I-I saw it accidentally on television." She could hardly fathom that she was discussing such matters with him; it was utterly mortifying!

"You actually watched those pointless television programs?" Hearing her response, he was met with a mixture of amusement and irritation. "If you desire anything, I can provide it. There's no need for you to watch such things with resentment."

She reached out to playfully strike his chest, her brow furrowed. "What are you implying? You are so indecent!"