This scene felt strangely familiar. This time, Pucha Qiucao was far more natural than before. She slowly walked over and sat beside him. Perhaps what had just happened had made her fully recognize her situation, and she had decided to simply let herself go. But none of that mattered now.
Song Qingshu reached out and gently wiped the tear tracks from her face. Pucha Qiucao trembled, yet did not refuse. His hand brushed across her youthful, collagen-filled cheeks, glided over her slender, tender neck, then came to rest at her collar.
Since he had given up on the idea of letting her go, Song Qingshu naturally no longer hesitated. After all the turmoil of the day, it was time to get some proper rest.
When the man's fingers touched her skin, Pucha Qiucao's entire body tensed, and a fine layer of goosebumps rose across her flesh. But on second thought, she had already been... by him just now. Why keep insisting on resisting? So she lowered her head and silently accepted whatever he did.
Now that he understood the full story, Song Qingshu was no longer as angry as before. He began teasing the young girl, and Pucha Qiucao had never encountered anything like this. Before long, her eyes grew hazy, her body let down its guard, and she became softer and softer...
Returning to the old place, his feelings were utterly different from before. Looking at the girl's moist red lips opening and closing, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a little contempt for himself. The thought that she was thinking of her fiancé while being forced to moan beneath him... wasn't that sensation unbelievably satisfying?
He really did have the makings of a great villain!
Early the next morning, Song Qingshu quietly departed. Though he felt some tenderness toward