At last, the room fell quiet. Song Qingshu wiped away his sweat and thought fearfully, Li Qingluo was like magma wrapped beneath an iceberg. Once stimulated by Blissful Zen Qi, the volcano inside her had erupted. That had been far too intense.
Since mastering Blissful Zen Qi, this was the first time Song Qingshu had understood what it meant to have the will but lack the strength. Neither of them knew how many rounds they had fought that night, yet Li Qingluo only grew fiercer with every battle. Had Song Qingshu not been exceptionally gifted and practiced the Blissful Zen Method, any other man would probably have been drained into a husk.
"There are no fields plowed to ruin, only oxen worked to death. Those veteran drivers from my previous life really hadn't lied!" Song Qingshu decided he could never play with fire like this again. A few strands of Blissful Zen Qi might add to the mood, but losing too much of it would only bring suffering upon himself.
"You bastard~" Li Qingluo lay sprawled on the bed, feeling so weak that she did not even want to move a finger. Her flawless body was exposed to the air, while her lips unconsciously repeated the words she had said earlier.
She looked as though she had just been fished out of water. A dense layer of fine sweat seeped from every inch of her skin, gleaming seductively in the firelight like a translucent white jade Guanyin.
"I'm a bastard?" Song Qingshu could not help saying. "You brought this upon yourself. Besides, you were the one who threw yourself at me just now. I couldn't even push you away."
Li Qingluo's face still bore the flushed color of lingering passion, and his words made her blush even deeper. "You took