Noticing the change in his body, Qi Fang trembled and said in a flustered voice, "You... you're too close."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly, without the slightest embarrassment. "This damned weather is too cold. Sleeping close together is warmer."
Qi Fang could not help rolling her eyes in exasperation. How is this weather cold? Though she knew it was just an excuse, she found herself at a loss for how to respond.
Feeling him press closer, Qi Fang let out an involuntary soft moan. Even in the darkness, she could tell that her face must be flushed pink and her breathing disordered.
Song Qingshu gently bit her earlobe and whispered, "If you don't want this, just say so. I won't force you."
"I..." Qi Fang opened her mouth, yet did not know what to say. Though she had a husband, he had not only caused Di Yun's death, but now cruelly wanted to get rid of her as well. Was there still any need for her to remain faithful to him?
If Di Yun were still alive, even if Qi Fang had learned Wan Gui's true nature, she would not have abandoned herself like this. But after learning that the senior brother she had grown up with as childhood sweethearts had also been killed by him, Qi Fang suddenly felt that life no longer held any meaning.
When she thought that this could also serve as revenge against her husband, Qi Fang suppressed the shame in her heart and allowed the man behind her to continue fondling her body.
Song Qingshu had originally thought Qi Fang would refuse—at the very least, put up a token struggle. Who would have thought that she would remain silently compliant? After a moment of surprise, he guessed what she was thinking.
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