What Qin Jiuge found hard to believe was that Bing Qingqing had actually said such a thing.
He had thought it should have been Lian Nishang. After all, among the women, Lian Nishang was the most heroic—one look was enough to tell she was the sort who dared to love and hate, bold and tempestuous.
"Since my wife has invited me, how could her husband refuse?"
With a practiced motion of his right hand, Qin Jiuge lightly drew Bing Qingqing's slender waist into his embrace. Qin Jiuge smiled faintly, and Bing Qingqing lowered her head even further, like a quail.
The two spent a wonderfully enchanting night together. By the following dawn, as the pale white light of day slowly emerged along the horizon, Lian Nishang once again came before Qin Jiuge.
Lian Nishang was particularly impatient. Without another word, once night had fallen, she seized Qin Jiuge around the waist like a wolf pouncing on prey and tossed him into her bedchamber.
She was dressed like a female martial hero, so Qin Jiuge played along as well. "What are you trying to do? Let me tell you, I won't submit."
Lian Nishang was first stunned at the sight of Qin Jiuge like this, then quickly went along with it. Yet inwardly, she thought, So Qin Jiuge likes this sort of thing.
Others might care.
But Lian Nishang certainly did not. From the very beginning—
She had forced herself upon him like an overlord drawing the bow, and that was how she had gotten Qin Jiuge.
"Today, this lady bandit will take you and make you my husband of the stronghold! Look at those abs, then look at that little face—carved from pink jade. I'm getting impatient already."
Before they had acted out even a few rounds, Lian Nishang before