Qi Fang, on the other side of the bath barrel, immediately wore a wonderfully complicated expression. Can't he see I'm right here?
Song Qingshu gave a wicked smile, using his body to block Zhou Zhiruo's view as he positioned himself between them. In a low voice, he said, "She can't see."
Still drowsy and weak all over, Zhou Zhiruo could not summon any strength. After failing several times to push the man off her, she could only bite her lip and let out a soft, syrupy moan. "You... hurry up~"
Having received the beauty's consent, how could Song Qingshu possibly hold back? He thrust himself forward heavily.
Staring wide-eyed at the scene before her, Qi Fang thought, How can he be like this? Has he forgotten there's someone else here?
Qi Fang could clearly tell that Zhou Zhiruo was deliberately suppressing her voice, with only intermittent, soft moans escaping. Her cheeks grew redder and redder. She hurriedly wiped herself down and tried to climb out of the barrel, but Song Qingshu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He grabbed her fair wrist, and Qi Fang instantly felt all the strength leave her body, unable to leave even if she wanted to.
She did not know how long she had listened like this before Zhou Zhiruo finally pleaded softly, "Qingshu, I'm really exhausted. If you still want more, go find Sister Qi."
Qi Fang, beside them, silently spat in embarrassment. You're his proper wife, yet you're encouraging your husband to seek another woman—and that woman is another man's wife. How disgraceful...
Seeing the weary expression on Zhou Zhiruo's face, Song Qingshu gently kissed her forehead and said tenderly, "I won't torment you anymore. Rest properly."
"Mmm~ Remember to carry me back later." The flush of excitement still