"Ren Yingying" had originally been lying there, warm and comfortable all over, but upon hearing his words, she felt as though she had fallen into an ice cellar. After being so careful for so long, had it all still come to nothing?
"Song Lang, what are you talking about?" She still made one final attempt, but her heart had already sunk to the bottom. She could feel herself locked onto by his aura, like prey stared down by some primordial beast, or crushed beneath Mount Tai. She could not move so much as a finger, and a tremor rose from the depths of her soul.
Song Qingshu did not answer. He simply reached out and felt around her face. Before long, he found the clue and tore off her mask.
Seeing her true appearance, Song Qingshu could not help but exclaim in surprise, "It's you?" Whose face could that charming, expressive visage be, if not Madam Ruan's?
Madam Ruan's mind had gone completely blank. She had no idea how to deal with this situation.
"No wonder something always felt off..." Song Qingshu recalled everything that had happened over the past few days and finally understood. It was not entirely his fault. First, Madam Ruan's Disguise Art had been flawless, and her acting had reached an astonishing level. Second, his attention these past few days had been focused entirely on the people from Hero's Island and Emperor Yuan of Liang's treasure. Even if he had sensed something strange, he had not thought too deeply about it. It was only when he had planned to nourish his wife's meridians that he suddenly discovered the other woman's channels had not suffered the backlash of the Blood-Burning Art. Only then did he realize there was a problem.
"Song... Young Master Song." Madam Ruan awkwardly