So he hurriedly left the place where Xia Qingqian had already lit the fuse; it wouldn't take long before a volcano erupted, fierce and intense.
Sure enough, when Ye Feng reached the corner of the stairs, a loud door slam came from behind him, and even from that bang, one could perceive the owner's anger.
Beitang Yao extended his powerful, slender fingers and clutched Xia Qingqian's delicate neck, pushing her into the room, closing the door harshly with his other hand. The noise was so startling that Xia Qingqian couldn't hear anything for a moment; her wide, almond-shaped eyes filled with panic.
At that moment, Beitang Yao, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, was icy and severe; his face dark and somber. The grip on her neck increased with added force, lifting her against the sandalwood door.
