Song Qingshu bent down and kissed Dongfang Muxue's smooth, jade-like forehead. His dry, scorching lips slowly traveled downward, kissing her slightly heroic brows, her long, alluring phoenix eyes, and the straight bridge of her pert nose. Then he moved aside, gently taking her crystalline earlobe between his lips and breathing a warm puff of air into her ear.
Dongfang Muxue was like a hedgehog curled into a guarded ball, but Song Qingshu, that crafty fox, found her weak point. A few breaths of hot air later, she could no longer curl up, exposing the softest parts of herself before the fox without reservation.
Feeling her breathing gradually grow heavier and seeing her slender waist gently twist as if issuing a silent invitation, Song Qingshu naturally did not stand on ceremony. Lowering himself, he pressed down over her.
Lan Fenghuang, watching from the side, blushed furiously. At the same time, she was even more shocked. Her master, who had once looked down upon the world, was now lying bashfully beneath another man. The rosy flush across her skin showed how deeply moved she was. For some reason, Lan Fenghuang suddenly felt a sense of loss, faintly feeling that the master she admired might never return to how she had once been.
Noticing Dongfang Muxue's slightly furrowed brows, Song Qingshu stopped. "Does it hurt?"
"A little... but compared to the injuries I suffered back then, this amount of pain is nothing. Just continue..." Dongfang Muxue gave a soft snort, her voice carrying a soul-stirring sweetness.
"Eh, why isn't there any blood?" Song Qingshu asked curiously. Judging from Dongfang Muxue's reaction, as well as the resistance he had felt earlier, she clearly had never been with a man before. Yet there was not the slightest trace of blood.
"Hmph, I took