The moment Song Qingshu's hand touched Chen Yuanyuan's body, he felt her stiffen. He could not help but smile wryly. "Madam, didn't I tell you to relax? You're so tense now that you've locked yourself even tighter."
Chen Yuanyuan secretly rolled her eyes at him. How could a woman not be nervous when a man other than her husband touches her body? It's only instinct. Still, she understood that this was not the time to be nervous. Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to relax her entire body before murmuring, "Go ahead."
Song Qingshu's heart stirred at the words, as though this peerless beauty were making some ambiguous invitation to him. He hurriedly composed himself and focused on freeing her from the lock.
"Madam, bear with it for a moment. It may hurt a little at first." Song Qingshu had already figured out her predicament. She had been too eager to return to a normal position, only to become stuck instead. The only solution was to first restore her previous posture before carefully freeing her hands and feet.
"Mmm~" Chen Yuanyuan's voice was barely audible, and her cheeks were already burning hot. His words sounded just like a husband comforting his bride on their wedding night.
"Ah~" She suddenly cried out in pain, jolted awake from her wild thoughts. Song Qingshu was pressing her body downward.
"It hurts~" Chen Yuanyuan was extremely sensitive, with almost no tolerance for pain. Tears even welled up in her eyes from that movement.
If there had been other men nearby when he made such a delicate, enchanting beauty tear up, they would probably have already pounced on Song Qingshu and fought him to the death.
"Madam, it'll be over soon." A sheen of cold sweat appeared on Song Qingshu's forehead as well.