The car kept moving forward in silence, with no music playing. Xia Qingqian took advantage of the quiet time, closed her eyes, and leaned back in the seat to rest. In just three short hours, she had been pressed beneath him, traveling together to both heaven and hell.
When they arrived at the high-end British restaurant, he parked the car, yet Xia Qingqian showed no sign of wanting to wake up. Beitang Yao got out of the car, walked to her side, and carried her horizontally towards the restaurant.
Led by the concierge, he entered a special VIP presidential suite, which resembled a hotel with all facilities included, even a luxurious bed for resting. This was actually Beitang Yao's temporary resting place, open only to him, and others had no right to enter.
He gently placed her on the large bed, watching her peaceful face. He couldn't resist reaching out to stroke her cheek, tucking the hair that had fallen onto her forehead behind her ear.
