Song Qingshu swallowed with difficulty, thinking, Miss, if you keep this up... do you really think I'm not a man?
As if to test that, Li Qinglu threw herself into his arms. With a soft moan, she pressed her lips to his, and they kissed.
Song Qingshu had already been inflamed by what had happened with Tiao Lao, with a blaze in his lower abdomen that refused to die down. Now, further stirred by this stunning young woman, though he still retained his reason, he was a man in his prime. Moreover, having cultivated Blissful Zen, his desires in that regard already exceeded those of ordinary men. Holding her soft body and breathing in that inexplicably enticing sweetness, how could he possibly endure it?
His hands instinctively held Li Qinglu ever tighter. Before long, he was lost beyond himself, unaware of where he was. The girl was even more passionate, treating Song Qingshu as her beloved.
Who knew how long passed before the flames within Song Qingshu gradually subsided? He could not help but give a bitter laugh. "Ah..."
As he pondered how to deal with the aftermath and prepared to rise, Li Qinglu still clung tightly to him and said in a sweet, clinging voice, "Don't... don't leave me."
Thinking of how aloof and icy she usually seemed, Song Qingshu had never expected her to be so dependent deep down. His heart stirred, and he drew her back into his embrace, lavishing her with tender affection...
The two remained entwined for over half an hour before the girl finally spoke, her voice soft and melodious. "Good brother, who are you?"
At first, she truly had been somewhat muddleheaded. But later, she gradually regained her clarity. When she discovered herself tangled up with a man like this, she had nearly