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But at this moment, Beigong Cang's body was already ablaze with desire. Like a fierce beast, he recklessly left kiss after kiss on her skin.
His voice was a low growl from the proud arch of her chest, "Who are you trying to seduce, dressed like that? Your body is mine, do you understand? It's mine! I won't allow any other man to touch you!"
Having said that, he suddenly lifted Qianning onto the wide washstand behind him, "Cang..."
When everything was over, Beigong Cang leaned on that washstand, gasping for breath.
He turned on the water, washed his face, and then carried Qianning down from the washstand.
Neither of them spoke. What could they say at such a time? Beigong Cang fixed the lacing at the back of Qianning's dress, while Qianning tidied her disheveled hair. What should she do next? Her mind was a total blank.
"I'll take you back first. You can't be seen by others like this," Beigong Cang whispered softly.
