Cheng Yaojia froze, the smug look on her face stiffening as well.
That soft sensation instantly dissipated all of Song Qingshu's anger, replacing it with intense embarrassment. He felt that what he had done was somewhat improper.
"Hmph, this is punishment for what you did just now." Song Qingshu withdrew his hand with a show of severity that belied his weakness, coughed twice, and hurriedly changed the subject. "Let's continue our agreement. If I count another ten times and you still refuse to speak, don't blame me for being rude."
Cheng Yaojia's mind went completely blank. That pure place, which only her husband was allowed to touch, had actually been defiled by this man just like that?
She kept dwelling on it so much that she did not react until Song Qingshu had counted to ten.
"Looks like you don't mind having me take off your clothes." Song Qingshu was frustrated too. Why was this woman so stubborn? If she had just told him directly, would that not have settled things? Why insist on pushing them into such an impossible situation?
"No!" Cheng Yaojia crossed her arms over her chest, trying to stop him from removing her second garment.
"Then I'll ask you one more time. If you tell me, I won't bully you like this anymore," Song Qingshu said softly.
Cheng Yaojia shook her head, only clutching her arms tighter.
Song Qingshu frowned. Could it be that I really have no way to deal with a pampered young lady like you?
With a flick of his hand at her elbows, Cheng Yaojia immediately felt both arms go numb. She could no longer hold them over her chest, and they dropped limply to her sides.
Song Qingshu deliberately snorted before reaching into her lapels and removing her second layer of