She was really too miserable, actually embracing Beitang Yao for a full thirty minutes, holding him motionlessly, and she was almost about to fall asleep in his warm arms. But she thought, wasn't this hug a bit too long? So she wanted to remind him that it was time to let go. If they continued to embrace any longer, she thought she might truly become a mummy, unable to move ever again.
Without a word, Beitang Yao leaned forward slightly and picked her up horizontally, walking out of the study and back to his room.
That gentle movement, absolutely without any indecent intent, carried a hint of indulgence and affection, cherishing her inch by inch. Wherever his hand went, her heart tightened along with it, being wrenched with pain.
She held back her tears, a touch of a forlorn smile tugging at her mouth, faintly... This kind of gentleness was definitely not her privilege alone. Once the contract between her and Young Master expired, nothing would truly exist between them anymore.
