Song Qingshu had not used anything like the Soul Transfer technique. It was simply his overwhelming presence that inspired an instinctive urge to submit. Admiration for powerful men was a woman's nature, and so she unconsciously obeyed his command.
Only after she drew close to Song Qingshu did the manly scent rushing toward her bring her somewhat back to her senses. She was both ashamed and startled. What was she doing?
She hurriedly tried to step back, only for the man before her to catch her hand and pull her into his embrace.
"Let me go!" Shi Xiangyun struggled, only to find it completely futile. Moreover, as she struggled, she keenly sensed the man's body growing hotter and hotter.
"This was your own choice." A trace of madness flashed through Song Qingshu's eyes. He even keenly sensed that something was wrong with his current state of mind.
"Has the Inner Demon from Blissful Zen appeared again?" Song Qingshu was startled, but he quickly despised himself. He used the Inner Demon as an excuse every time—wasn't that hypocritical?
Even if it was the Inner Demon, it still reflected his true thoughts deep within. Why suppress them?
"No..." Feeling hot breath against the nape of her neck, Shi Xiangyun grew inexplicably flustered. "I've changed my mind."
"You've already made a deal with me. Whether you regret it or not is not up to you." Song Qingshu did not release her, instead lightly pressing his nose into her collar.
"Don't!" Shi Xiangyun cried out, her body trembling involuntarily.
Song Qingshu did not take things any further. Instead, he stopped and said coolly, "Miss Shi, are you putting on an act of chastity now just to comfort that pathetic self-respect of yours?"
Shi Xiangyun's face went pale as she snapped, "You bastard! Why would