"Isn't this a perfectly good place?" Song Qingshu gave a wicked smile.
Feeling the man's hurried breathing and thinking of what was about to happen, Shen Biqun's whole body went weak. She had been a well-behaved young lady since childhood, a virtuous maiden praised throughout Shanyin City. Never had she imagined that her first time would not be on her wedding night, nor that it would take place not on a bed, but in this bath barrel.
How was this any different from the illicit trysts condemned in books?
Though reason told her she could not do this, deep within her soul, waves of intense restlessness surged forth. She had followed the rules all her life, always fulfilling the expectations of those around her. It had all become instinctive, to the point that even she herself believed that was simply the sort of person she was.
Yet in this instant, she cast aside every doctrine of feminine virtue she had learned since childhood. Suddenly, she wanted to try something improper—such as offering the chastity she had treasured for more than a decade to this man right here.
At that thought, her body softened even further. She could barely remain standing on her own and was practically hanging entirely from the man across from her.
How could Song Qingshu fail to see that the beauty before him had been utterly moved? Their bodies were pressed tightly together. Feeling that incomparably soft and alluring skin, and thinking of how Miss Shen, the dream lover of countless young nobles in Jiangnan, was now wrapped around him without a shred of defense, looking ready to be plucked at will, no man could withstand such temptation.
Not even Song Qingshu, calm as he usually was—much less when he was seven parts drunk. He passionately kissed