During this period, Xia Qingqian had become somewhat melancholic, and Beitang Yao pampered her, indulged her. Sometimes, he would stay by her side or even spend the night here, the two of them simply holding each other, quietly falling asleep.
Looking at the indulgence in his eyes, Xia Qingqian's heart stirred, and she slightly curled her lips, saying, "Thank you, Young Master Yao." These days, it was him who meticulously took care of her.
He was a grown man, him taking care of her made her feel uneasy, and her heart ached for him. She thought that if she truly got better, she would definitely repay him well and do something for him in return.
"So how do you plan to thank me?" He held her hand, bringing it to his lips and gently kissed it.
Xia Qingqian froze, her hand was held in his mouth, and she saw a hint of slyness in his eyes. Somehow, whenever he made a subtle movement or gave her a certain look, she knew exactly what he was thinking.
