Song Qingshu was pondering what method he could use to make up for Ren Yingying's lost lifespan. Nine Yin Nine Yang, the Muscle-Tendon Changing Scripture, Sunflower Manual... all kinds of supreme arts kept surfacing in his mind, only to be rejected one by one.
There were countless miraculous martial arts in this world, yet he could not think of a single one capable of extending one's lifespan.
Just as Song Qingshu was feeling troubled, he suddenly heard Ren Yingying's question and could not help laughing bitterly.
Ren Yingying had just been poked all over by one of his fingers, including quite a few sensitive places. She had initially hesitated, but then remembered that they had already gone through the wedding rites and were husband and wife. Besides, the two of them had nearly gone all the way earlier...
So, despite her embarrassment, she let his finger roam across her body. Yet Ren Yingying soon began to regret it.
The sensation was simply too strange. It was as though countless ants were crawling over her body, yet also as though countless hands were gently caressing her. One moment, she felt as if she were being roasted by a fire; the next, as though she had been cast into a world of ice and snow.
Ren Yingying considered her endurance quite good, but before long, she could no longer suppress her body's reactions. A series of shameful gasps and moans involuntarily escaped her throat.
At first, she gritted her teeth and endured it, but when waves of trembling rose from the depths of her soul, how could she possibly hold back any longer? The little thatched hut was soon filled with moans as heavenly as immortal music.
When she thought back on it afterward, the prideful Ren Yingying wished she could find