Song Qingshu snorted. "That was just an appetizer."
"Then what's the main course?" Cheng Yaojia's cheeks flushed, and a strange gleam rippled through her eyes.
Song Qingshu stepped forward and swept her into his arms. "The main course is Madam, of course!" Yelü Nanxian had only just lost her virginity, and he had been afraid she would not be able to take it, so he had held back the entire time. In the end, he had been left neither satisfied nor unsatisfied. Coupled with this mix-up, a wicked fire had been building within him, desperate for release.
Cheng Yaojia cried out softly, her gaze darting away. "Didn't Miss Yelü satisfy you just now...?"
Song Qingshu gave a wicked smile. "Didn't Young Master Lu ask me to help you conceive? Since I accepted his request, I must see it through until death."
Cheng Yaojia gave a soft whimper and buried her face in his chest. Her skin was ultimately nowhere near as thick as Song Qingshu's, tempered through countless trials.
Song Qingshu laughed loudly and carried her toward his room.
"Oh? Young Master Lu, you're still awake so late?" Before they had gone far, they ran into Lu Guanying. He looked exhausted, yet excitement flashed in the depths of his eyes from time to time. Clearly, he had spent the whole night studying the Bixie Sword Manual and had become immersed in its profound martial arts.
"Huh?" Only then did Lu Guanying notice him. He answered instinctively, "My head was spinning from reading, so I came out for some air. Young Master, you..." At last, he noticed Cheng Yaojia in the other man's arms, and his expression became utterly splendid.
I'm dead, I'm dead. Why did we have to run into him now? Cheng Yaojia lamented. All she could do was