Seeing that Chen Yuanyuan was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open, Song Qingshu said to her, "Your internal injuries have only just healed. You need to rest and recuperate for a while. Besides, we still don't know why Huang Shang wanted to kill you. Stay here and recover from your injuries for the time being."
"Mmm~" Chen Yuanyuan gazed at him tenderly. By all rights, she should have hated this man, yet for some reason, she could no longer summon even a trace of hatred in her heart. In its place was an overwhelming sense of shame.
Just how many women had he ruined to develop that ability to make people live or die at his whim? Thinking of those wicked fingers from earlier, Chen Yuanyuan's cheeks burned fiercely.
She secretly spat. And here I thought he truly cherished and cared for me. Who knew he was no different from other men, just as consumed by lust.
Yet she quickly shook her head and let out a faint sigh. Then again, my body is simply too sensitive. Under those circumstances, it was no wonder he couldn't restrain himself.
Remembering how her legs had clamped tightly around him as she held him trembling, Chen Yuanyuan wished she could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. A thousand years of cultivation, ruined in a single day—after all those years of painstaking practice, she had turned out to have so little self-control.
He was still unlike other men who only thought about taking me to bed... Recalling the tenderness of his fingertips, Chen Yuanyuan became lost in a daze. Coupled with the fatigue washing over her body, she soon drifted off to sleep.
Li Yuanzhi pulled Song Qingshu aside, gestured toward Chen Yuanyuan on the bed, and