Song Qingshu was delighted. "But just now, you clearly wouldn't let me through the door, would you?"
Cheng Yaojia let out a soft cry and shyly buried her head in his arms. "You knew perfectly well that I wasn't truly rejecting you."
Song Qingshu's fingers brushed across the pale skin on her back, flushed with a rosy hue, and he could not help sighing. "But if you become pregnant and I come to see you again, I'll always feel as though I've wronged Guanying."
Cheng Yaojia parted her pearly teeth and bit his shoulder lightly. "Then the way you're treating me now doesn't wrong him?"
Song Qingshu's smile froze. "Why does that sound more and more wrong the longer we talk? It makes us sound like Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian. Stop, stop—everything between us has Guanying's consent."
Cheng Yaojia gave a soft huff. "If he hadn't agreed, how could I... how could I have carried on with you like this?"
Hearing her speak in that sweet, coy voice, Song Qingshu felt a blaze surge through his lower abdomen. Unable to restrain himself, he rolled over and pressed her beneath him again.
Blushing, Cheng Yaojia reached out her small hands to hold him back and finished what she had left unsaid. "You know about Guanying's condition now. He told me too that he wouldn't mind... wouldn't mind what happens between us. But as his wife, I must still bear children to carry on his family line. So you... you mustn't refine... refine essence into qi anymore."
Song Qingshu gazed into her limpid eyes and said gently, "Don't worry. I won't."
Yet Cheng Yaojia still did not let go. She continued, "Guanying has suffered too much in this life. Now he can only focus his energy on achieving something in the