"Young Master, not here." Her voice was so hoarse that when she met his icy gaze, she swallowed the words 'don't treat me like this' with great difficulty.
"You've endured so much, haven't you? Yet your voice is so hoarse." He murmured suggestively near her ear, then with a wicked smile, "You mean, change the location."
Xia Qingqian wished she had a burrowing ability, to find a hole and crawl into it. When had Young Master learned to be so smooth-talking? She would rather he speak to her in a cold tone than be so chatty.
She felt both ashamed and angry, turned her face away and fastened the buttons he'd undone, while biting her lips tightly.
It turns out that being someone else's plaything means submitting to his whims at any time and being exploited and toyed with.
No matter how unwilling she was, she didn't want to be just his outlet tool. Yes, she didn't want to be just a simple outlet tool; she hoped one day she could be like Nancy and Ye Feng, to become his right hand.
