Xia Qingqian widened her eyes in astonishment, "Really? Why?" She knew that at the time, she was in the role of his plaything and slave, always complying with him, constantly on guard for when he might attack, having no time to notice if others were also afraid of Beitang Yao.
She was indeed afraid of Beitang Yao, but it was a different kind of fear. She was afraid that Beitang Yao would demand her to do such things endlessly, and he had no fear of nothing, while she feared one day she would end up lying dead beneath him.
Now, appearing before him as a free person, she had the right to protect her own feelings and emotions.
The night was cool as water, Beitang Yao lay clothed on the bed, eyes tightly shut, someone unaware would think he was asleep, but he was actually breathing heavily because of Xia Qingqian's words.
