"Mm-mmph~" Chen Yuanyuan tried several times to get up, but her severe injuries had left her utterly weak. Several times, she seemed about to lift her head, only to collapse back down again.
She was surrounded by the masculine scent of a man, and Chen Yuanyuan wished more than anything that a crack in the ground would open so she could crawl into it at once.
Song Qingshu spread his hands and said with an innocent look, "I'm not the one touching you now. You're the one touching me, aren't you?"
Chen Yuanyuan was both embarrassed and anxious, but she had no other choice. She could not remain sprawled between his legs forever, so she could only yield. "Y-you... help me up."
"No~" Song Qingshu hurriedly shook his head, deliberately drawing out the word. "Madam clearly said just now that I wasn't allowed to touch you. I don't want to be mistaken for some frivolous, shameless scoundrel again."
Hearing him deliberately tease her, Chen Yuanyuan gritted her teeth in fury. She desperately wanted to open her mouth and bite him hard, but when she considered what she might bite if she opened her mouth, she ultimately was not quite so bold.
Looking down at the beauty lying against him, Song Qingshu saw that her cloudlike hair was disheveled, strands of dark silk falling across her long, snowy-white neck. The contrast between the two colors seemed to give off a captivating sheen. His heart stirred, and he could not help lowering his head to kiss her neck.
"Ah~" Chen Yuanyuan had not expected such a turn of events. The man's burning yet gentle kiss against her neck left her momentarily dazed. It had been a very long time since a man had touched her, yet this single touch made her whole