Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go Chapter 1134 - 1138: What’s With That Expression

Her body would unconsciously writhe, making him simultaneously want to laugh and cry. He wasn't even tired yet; she was practically inviting him to make a mistake by seducing him so brazenly.

In her sleep, Xia Qingqian seemed to hear a voice murmuring by her ear. She desperately wanted to listen more closely, but an unseen force pulled her deeper into slumber, whispering for her not to pay attention.

As dawn broke, Beitang Yao was already awake. He carefully extracted himself from her and left the bed. After washing up and tidying himself, he appeared completely revitalized, showing no signs of the intense exertion of the previous night.

His gaze fell upon the disheveled figure of the sleeping beauty on the bed, stirring a complex emotion within him. It was truly arduous for her, enduring pain even amidst moments of pleasure.

He hadn't truly considered the extent of his actions yesterday until now. Once his impulses became uncontrollable, he had resorted to those ruthless measures against her.

Upon waking, Xia Qingqian couldn't help but let out a slight frown. Her entire body felt utterly ravaged; the slightest movement sent a sensation like cracking bones through her.

She silently cursed Beitang Yao. The current agony surpassed any she had experienced before! She couldn't comprehend it – when men engage in such acts, must they truly maintain that relentless pace? Without needing external confirmation, Beitang Yao's actions had provided her answer.

Because he had been excessively demanding yesterday, the important matter had completely slipped her mind. She recalled him mentioning their need to return to the country today. She had to inform him of everything this morning, or she feared never getting another opportunity.

With that thought, she rose from the bed, her sore and aching body struggling as she searched for clothes and proceeded to the bathroom to freshen up.

Emerging from the bathroom, she happened to see Beitang Yao, fully dressed, entering from the adjoining room. The gentle expression he wore last night had vanished, replaced by his usual cool indifference. She knew that softer side of him was fleeting. Indeed, in the blink of an eye, he had reverted to his stoic, thousand-year-ice-face persona.

"Come here," he commanded, walking to the sofa, sitting down, and beckoning her with a hooked finger.

Without much thought, she complied, though a sliver of fear still lingered. Anyone could easily guess the source of her apprehension.

His cold eyes fixed upon her. Noticing her troubled expression, he raised an eyebrow and inquired, "What is that look on your face?"

Her body tensed, but he had already pulled her into his embrace. She remained still, allowing him to hold her. Fortunately, she had just washed up, and the lingering scent of their intimacy had dissipated. Only then did she quietly exhale in relief.

At all times, Xia Qingqian considered Beitang Yao's feelings, yet he had never truly reciprocated. He always took what he desired at his convenience, even when he knew her body couldn't withstand it, he still craved her.

"Yao?" she inquired softly. She dared not address him as Young Master anymore; the harsh punishment from last night had instilled a deep fear.

"Mm?" he responded. Initially unsure of her reason for calling him, realization struck him – she was gauging his mood through her tone. This thought almost made him want to flip her over and spank her!

"Does your body still ache?" His large hand caressed her through her thin clothing. He had been occupied with documents in the study when he heard movement from the bedroom and had consequently set aside his work to come and check.

She nodded slightly before shaking her head again.