After placing Wanyan Chongjie on the couch, Song Qingshu warned her once more, "Remember, no shouting. If you don't behave, I'll strip off your clothes and let the people outside feast their eyes."
"I won't shout, all right?" Wanyan Chongjie pouted and muttered. She secretly glanced at the man beside her, as though something had occurred to her. Yet when she tried to think it through, she found herself unable to grasp that fleeting spark.
While she was lost in thought, her vision suddenly darkened. The other man had bent down to undo her clothes. She was so frightened that her soul nearly fled her body, and she could barely speak clearly. "Y-you... what are you trying to do?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she felt they were unnecessary. In the dead of night, a lone man and woman were together in the same room. Considering his usual reputation in Lin'an City, did she really need to ask what he intended?
Song Qingshu smiled faintly and lifted her chin. His fingers felt her smooth, tender skin. "What do you think I'm trying to do?"
"Your martial arts may be formidable, but there is always someone stronger. My lover's martial arts are better than yours. If you dare violate me, he'll avenge me someday and make you beg for life but be unable to die." Wanyan Chongjie knew such empty threats would probably be useless, but at this point, trying was better than doing nothing.
"Who is this lover of yours?" Song Qingshu laughed in spite of himself, thinking that this situation felt oddly familiar.
The image of the man who had commanded the winds and clouds in Daxing Prefecture instantly surfaced in Wanyan Chongjie's mind. She blurted out, "The Golden Snake King, Song Qingshu!" Her little face flushed