Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1120 - 1124: Do You Like Me More?

Rising to his feet as well, he understood her intent and extended a long arm, drawing her back into his embrace before reseating himself in the bathtub.

A chill brushed Xia Qingqian's neck, her gaze immediately dropping to the spot. She realized her clothing had indeed been removed by him. Lifting a hand, she attempted to halt his further advance, gasping, "Young Master, I can do it myself!" She sought to create distance from his heated body, but he held her fast within his arms.

"We are merely bathing, be good and take off your clothes," he murmured against her earlobe, his voice low, sensing her tremors.

Xia Qingqian's face flushed. She held no belief that he intended only a simple bath. His declarations of simple intentions invariably led to anything but simplicity.

Yet, under his gentle persuasion, she inexplicably shed her clothes, her entire being turned away from him, her body trembling beneath his large hands.

"Be good, relax your body; don't be so tense. Relax for me, just like last time, hmm?" The smooth expanse of her back filled his vision, a blush quickly spreading across it. He swallowed, the words catching in his throat.

The mention of 'last time' sent another tremor through her. Was he contemplating a repeat?

Her body stiffened. She dared not turn to face him, her long hair obscuring her view. "Young Master, may I leave first?"

"No!" he stated firmly, pulling her closer. He rested his head against hers, his hands inevitably finding their way to the softness before him, pinching gently. A tightness coiled in her lower abdomen, mingling with the water droplets. She bit her lip.

He was at it again, invariably finding and teasing her sensitive spots without preamble! He truly relished tormenting her this way! He was utterly wicked!

She reached out to grasp his errant hand, her fingers unconsciously guiding it toward her belly.

It was only when his suggestive voice reached her that she realized her mistake. "Do you prefer my touch?" he inquired.

Leaning against his chest, she softly shook her head. "No!" she declared, gripping his hands tightly, denying him any further opportunity!

But who was Beitang Yao? How could he be denied his desires? Just as now, he had already turned her body, positioning her to sit upon his abdomen. He watched as Xia Qingqian squeezed her eyes shut, her hands pushing against his chest, yearning to break free.

However, Xia Qingqian observed that after the water had cooled and been replaced, he simply held her thus, continuing to soak in the bathtub, showing no inclination to rise.

"Young Master, we have been soaking for quite some time," she stated, growing restless. Yet, she also felt an increasing sense that her body, submerged in the water for so long, was experiencing a magical massage, alleviating much of her discomfort.

"We have ample time. Soak a little longer," Beitang Yao responded, tightening his grip around her waist. He buried his head in the curve of her neck, his warm breath occasionally ghosting over her skin.

The sensation tickled her, making her entire body feel like a tautly drawn string. A peculiar sensation flowed through her lower abdomen, a feeling entirely foreign.

She found him equally perplexing; this Young Master was an enigma, his actions so unpredictable that no one could truly fathom his thoughts.

"Young Master, could you permit me to stand first? My fingers are beginning to prune. If I soak any longer, I fear I won't be able to bear it." She knew prolonged soaking would cause her skin to prune. She had already been sitting naked in the bathtub with Beitang Yao for well over half an hour.