There was another reason Song Qingshu had not mentioned. Just now, seeing Wei Ruolan lying nearby, unable to move a muscle, he could not help remembering how he had lain like that when he had first crossed over, immobilized after Zhang Wuji sealed his acupoints.
He had been rather lucky, though, and Zhou Zhiruo had been strong-willed. In the end, nothing had happened that night.
So I had ultimately become the kind of person I once hated most. Remembering the fury and desperation he had felt back then, Song Qingshu could not help sighing.
Of course, he was not some softhearted saint. Debts still had to be repaid. Though he had not truly taken Shi Xiangyun's chastity, he did not mind letting Wei Ruolan misunderstand what had happened.
"Y-you... kill me." Shi Xiangyun was in unbearable agony. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself at the man in the distance, but she still retained a shred of reason. Since he had humiliated her so, she could only desperately restrain that impulse.
"I do not have many virtues, but cherishing women is definitely one of them," Song Qingshu said with a faint smile. "I would not even take your chastity, so why would I take your life?"
If she had heard those words half an hour ago, Shi Xiangyun would have been overjoyed. But now, all that remained was primal desire. She even wished for a man to treat her roughly, so those words brought her not the slightest joy.
Shi Xiangyun could not understand why her body was so sensitive. She even began to wonder whether she had been born depraved. Coupled with Song Qingshu's utter indifference toward her, shame and fury surged through her, and she suddenly gritted her teeth and rammed her head toward the wall.
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