"Aren't you?" Xia Qingqian also sensed his anger, and her words lacked confidence.
He put her small hand into his mouth, lightly biting it, gazing at her intently, "I only have insatiable desires for you."
"Yao, I want to visit Sister Huan, is that okay?" Xia Qingqian brought a cup of coffee to Beitang Yao's desk and asked softly.
Upon hearing this, Beitang Yao put down the documents in his hand, furrowed his brows, and said in a deep voice, "Huan's emotions are very unstable right now. Do you think I could feel at ease letting you go over there?"
"The tragedy has already happened, and she is... like a sister to me, I should care for her more." Xia Qingqian's face was full of sorrow, as she walked over and tugged at Beitang Yao's expensive and finely crafted shirt, shaking it back and forth, "I've been here for half a month now, are you really not going to let me out?"
Time ticked away, yet he still hadn't cleared her name.
Or perhaps, he dared not to.
