She became his secretary, but in truth, he wanted to keep her by his side, so that he could plunder her anytime he desired. When they were at home, his actions towards her were even more unscrupulous. Just because... she was his plaything.
Everyone is probably well aware of what a plaything is, Xia Qingqian was merely Beitang Yao's plaything, a tool of desire.
Xia Qingqian hesitated for a long time at the study's door, before finally biting her lip and pushing the door inward. Upon seeing Beitang Yao standing in front of the bookshelf, his gaze sweeping over those books, Xia Qingqian felt the air solidify, making it difficult for her to breathe.
She adjusted her breathing, gently closed the door, approached the desk, placed down the computer, and opened it.
"You can leave." Beitang Yao pulled a book from the shelf, holding it in his hand, never once glancing at Xia Qingqian, only emitted his unique voice, a whisper like the fragrance of aged wine.
