His voice was low and soft, the heat from his breath tickled her ear, sending a shiver through her entire body.
"How about now? Does it still hurt? Qingqian, my Qingqian." He slowed down, his movements becoming gentle from their previous roughness.
He didn't really know what he was saying now, just that the feeling of losing and regaining control made him unable to rein in his heart any longer.
Xia Qingqian's body couldn't resist his caresses and the words he whispered at her ear, calling her name, Qingqian, my Qingqian. Were these words, these expressions, really from the cold and proud Beitang Yao? Could they be?
For a moment, he seemed dazed, looking at her eyes in confusion, and within his gaze held a touch of warmth, so dreamy, she couldn't believe it was a tenderness directed at her.
Looking at him like this, all she felt was an overwhelming pain in her heart, yet she couldn't find a reason for it.
