Damn this woman! He feels empty the moment he's away from her body! Who is Beitang Yao! When has he ever fallen into such a situation?
"Do you want to help me?" He's satisfied with her question. Is she thinking about whether he's feeling uncomfortable?
"Yes." She nodded slightly, buried in his chest.
"How are you going to help me?" He teased her, one hand sliding down to her white, delicate thigh, lingering there, "Isn't there an injury here? How can you help me?"
Xia Qingqian's legs clamped together tightly, shaking her head gently: "Young Master, please, no." She was indeed injured there; if he goes in, she definitely won't be able to get out of bed for half a month!
"Xia Qingqian, do you say no?" A thin layer of anger tinted his face, and his voice carried some displeasure, "Weren't you just saying you'd help me? Now I'm exactly as you said, feeling terribly uncomfortable? Yet you say no now? Are you deliberately trying to drive me crazy?"
