Hearing his words, Lu Wushuang trembled all over. Amid her fear, she also felt a faint sense of anticipation.
Song Qingshu wrapped his arms around Lu Wushuang from behind and pressed her against the wall of the bath barrel, breathing warm air into her ear. "Have you thought about me at all during this time?"
"Yes~" Feeling the masculine, scorching presence of the man behind her, Lu Wushuang's voice trembled. She did not quite understand what had happened to her either. Last time, she had somehow given herself to this man in a muddle.
"I've actually been curious. Why did you do that last time? Did you truly love me?" Song Qingshu's fingers touched her smooth, tender skin as he asked slowly.
"I..." Lu Wushuang opened her mouth, but she could not bring herself to say the word love. Confusion flickered in her eyes. Did she really love this man?
As she considered the question, Yang Guo's figure suddenly appeared in her mind, and she could not help spacing out. "Dummy~"
"Do you prefer Brother Yang?" Song Qingshu raised an eyebrow, an amused expression appearing on his face.
"No, it's not that. It's just..." Lu Wushuang hurriedly tried to explain. Women in this world were, after all, in an extremely disadvantaged position. Under the oppression of all sorts of rites and conventions, many things had already been carved into their bones. Now that she was Song Qingshu's woman, thinking of another man would be despised in this world.
Unfortunately, she opened her mouth but did not know how to explain. Tears gradually welled up in her eyes. If she had not known that there was no possibility between her and Yang Guo, perhaps she would not have done that by the stream outside the city.
"One glimpse of Yang Guo