Her feelings towards Beitang Yao could truly be described with the word terror!

Beitang Yao furrowed his brows. After doing such a thing, he actually had to curb his desires while facing her naked form. He draped his suit over her body, then grabbed her delicate hand, prying open each finger. The splotches of blood in her palm made him frown involuntarily.

He knew she was holding his ring in her palm, but her hand was a bloody mess, making his heart tremble.

When he finally opened her hand, a bloodstained diamond ring appeared before Beitang Yao. Her trembling hand shook within his palm. Looking at her pale little face, his breath hitched.

"Young Master, this is your ring. I retrieved it for you," she said with a trembling voice, her eyes heating up. She knew the Young Master would never casually discard her things, and what he threw away was his own.

How could she let the Young Master pay such a price? No matter what, she had to retrieve the diamond ring he threw away.

"You know I didn’t throw away the ring you’re wearing?" he asked in a steady voice. This woman, everything she did puzzled him, fueling his impulse to punish her!

"Young Master, you never believed me anyway, so why should I explain..." She closed her eyes, keeping the tears from falling, pursing her lips tightly. In truth, she had doubted what Beitang Yao had thrown, but she was never certain. It was only when she retrieved the ring that her suspicions were confirmed.

"Damn it!" Why hadn’t she said anything, letting him hit her unknowing, and... taking her!

He reached out, touching her swollen cheek, furrowing his brows, and asked, "Does it still hurt?" A trace of bitterness also welled up in his eyes. Seeing her like this made his heart ache intensely.

Xia Qingqian shook her head, sniffing, and withdrew her hand from his, then curled up her body, avoiding his face, avoiding his eyes. She feared that if she got close to him, she would be beyond redemption. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

For some unknown reason, every time he invaded her without warning, it generated a deep-seated aversion from within her, yet she couldn’t resist the sensory and physical pleasure he brought her! She loved that feeling, yet found it shamefully embarrassing!

"You stupid woman! You don’t even know if it hurts? What are you doing holding onto this broken ring? Thinking of ending it all?" he said, although his tone wasn’t as stern, "Next time you have any doubts or anything going on in your mind, discuss it with me, understand?"

He really couldn’t imagine if she couldn’t get out of the forest, what would happen? Uncle Quan was truly something! Daring to use her to test his feelings for her!

"Young Master, could you help me bring some clothes?" she asked, looking at him, her gaze dropping to the ground. Her clothes had been destroyed by his roughness. She really didn’t know how many of her clothes had been torn apart by him. Do men really, like the male leads in romance novels, enjoy being violent with women, enjoying tearing their clothes? Why do all men have this peculiar fetish?

"What do you need clothes for?" he asked, making her blush. She shyly buried her head in his suit.

What kind of question was that? Of course, she needed clothes to wear, not to show off!