The moment she felt his embrace, Mu Wanqing's entire body stiffened. Song Qingshu found it rather strange, feeling that she was a little too nervous. But then he remembered that this was her first time experiencing something like this, so some nervousness was only natural.
He held her quietly for a while, breathing in the orchid-and-musk fragrance beneath the covers. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and the thin layers of clothing between them could not block the warmth and sensations of their bodies from reaching one another.
When Song Qingshu had been drinking earlier, he had not deliberately used Internal Energy to force out the alcohol. After all, if he used his inner strength to dispel the effects every time, what fun would there be in drinking?
He had already been six or seven parts drunk, and now, with a warm, soft beauty in his arms, his intoxication rose to nine parts. Gazing hazily at the beauty in his embrace, he saw Mu Wanqing's face like a sleeping begonia in spring, her body like a newly blooming Pheobe flower, and his heart began pounding wildly.
Though the room was pitch-black, his cultivation was profound enough for him to see in the dark. Of course, he could see, but nowhere near as clearly as in daylight.
"Eh? Wan'er seems a little different today." Song Qingshu felt somewhat puzzled. He took another look and saw the beauty in his arms casting seductive glances, her loveliness beyond description. She did vaguely resemble Mu Wanqing, and only then did he relax.
Once his mood eased, he could no longer restrain himself. Lowering his head, he kissed Mu Wanqing's neck and shoulders.
Mu Wanqing seemed to have suffered an immense shock and instinctively tried to break free. But held in Song Qingshu's arms as