"My name is Xia Qingqian." She clutched her skirt with both hands, biting her lower lip lightly.
"Here's a gentle reminder: Whatever you do, don't fall in love with my big brother. In the end, it's you who will get hurt. That's all I'm going to say. Whether you live or die is up to you." With that, Beitang Huan reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair back in place, looking meaningfully at Xia Qingqian. The eyes that bore some resemblance to Beitang Yao's suddenly revealed a trace of indifference. "If you dare to betray my brother like that woman did, I certainly won't let you off easily!"
Beitang Huan's words were more of a warning rather than a gentle reminder. Her relationship with Beitang Yao was purely contractual; he had bought her, and she was at his disposal, without any right to refuse.
