Zhao Min had no idea that this fragile, frightened appearance of hers was the most enticing of all. It made Song Qingshu feel ready to burst, and he pounced on her like a red-eyed tiger.
"You're hurting me..." Zhao Min had none of her usual high spirits left. She looked delicate and timid, like a sheltered young lady from a prominent Jiangnan family.
Seeing her tightly furrowed brows, Song Qingshu lowered his head and said hoarsely, "Don't worry, it won't hurt that much. It'll be over soon."
Zhao Min bit her red lips and glared at him resentfully. "Our Young Master Song has roamed through countless flowers. Of course you're experienced in this sort of thing!"
Song Qingshu gave an awkward smile. He knew this was the most important moment of a young woman's life, and she was bound to be more sensitive than usual. It was best not to explain anything now, lest he only make things worse.
Seeing his embarrassed expression, Zhao Min grew angrier the more she thought about it. She raised her head and bit his shoulder hard.
"Ah!" Song Qingshu cried out in pain and instinctively sank down.
"Ah!" This time, Zhao Min was the one who cried out. Tears welled up in her eyes as she beat the chest of the man above her and sobbed, "You bastard, you lied to me! Who said it wouldn't hurt?"
"It'll be over soon." Song Qingshu's eyes were full of laughter. Looking at the beauty weeping like pear blossoms in the rain, his chest filled with an immense sense of happiness and conquest. Back when he had first crossed into this world, he had been drawn to Princess Shaomin's peerless beauty, but at the time, he could barely protect himself and had no time to think of