Hearing the other man say that his fiancée had satisfied him greatly, Wei Ruolan could not help imagining Shi Xiangyun yielding beneath him in blissful submission. The more he thought about it, the more unbearable it became, and his whole body began trembling uncontrollably.
"You'd better calm yourself. If your accelerated heartbeat drives the cold energy of the Phantom Yin Finger deeper into your internal organs, then even I won't be able to save you," Song Qingshu said indifferently.
"Who asked you to save me?!" Wei Ruolan practically roared, clearly overwhelmed by turbulent emotions.
"Then all the better." Song Qingshu rose and headed outside. "I can tell Miss Shi that it wasn't me breaking my word—it was you who refused to let me save you."
Pausing, Song Qingshu added, "Getting it for free really does feel great."
Wei Ruolan's vision went dark upon hearing this, and he nearly coughed up blood in rage. But the words "for free" were far too devastating. His facial muscles twitched as he thought of how his fiancée's chastity had already been lost, leaving him utterly ruined. If he refused Song Qingshu's help now, would that not mean suffering even greater losses?
Then he suddenly recalled the mission his ancestors had passed down for over a hundred years. He abruptly came to his senses. How could he let generations upon generations of effort go to waste over a woman?
"Wait!" Wei Ruolan took a deep breath and calmed his surging emotions. "Save me."
Song Qingshu laughed. "Weren't you rather proud just now? Why have you suddenly changed your tune?"
Wei Ruolan stared at the ceiling and said flatly, "I can't let Xiangyun's sacrifice be in vain."
"What a high-sounding excuse." A trace of mockery appeared on Song Qingshu's face. "Isn't it just because you're afraid