Beigong Cang undid his suit jacket, tore off his tie from around his neck, and his breathing became heavier and more urgent.
Qianning sensed his change, raised her head, and looked at him.
His eyes, like blazing fire, glared at her, and he was... undressing. He was going to... Qianning took a step back in a slight panic.
Although she knew such a thing would happen sooner or later, and although she had been looking forward to it these past few days, it shouldn't be like this.
Beigong Cang didn't give her any chance to escape, his large hand stretched out and pulled her over. His lips quickly captured hers.
On the beige bed, Qianning's tears silently fell from her eyes, dropping onto the sheets.
Beigong Cang straightened his clothes, coldly looking at the body on the bed. He didn't pity her, and he wasn't going to start now; this was the punishment she deserved.
He left her room as if nothing had happened.
