Song Qingshu nodded instinctively. "Her looks may not rival your celestial beauty, Yingying, but she is elegant and dignified, keeps herself pure, and has a unique charm of her own."
Ren Yingying had been somewhat annoyed, but hearing him remember to praise her even now, she could not help laughing. "If you want to praise her, just praise her. Why bring me into it? Is this what you call having a strong survival instinct?"
Song Qingshu chuckled and leaned close to her ear. "That's because my Yingying really is beautiful."
For some reason, Ren Yingying suddenly trembled. Biting her lip lightly, she said, "You got all worked up by some other woman, then came running to me."
Song Qingshu said solemnly, "Clearly, I was Liu Xiahui reborn. I remained unmoved even after such temptation. Even if I was burning with desire, I came back to find my wife. It would be one thing if you didn't praise me, but how can you blame me instead?"
Ren Yingying glared at him coquettishly. "You always have so many twisted arguments."
Song Qingshu held her soft body close. "My dear Yingying, I'm really about to burst. Please, have pity on me."
Held in his arms, Ren Yingying sensed his distinctively masculine aura, and her eyes grew moist. "Just this once. There won't be a next time. If some other woman gets you worked up again, don't come looking for me."
"Alright." Seeing her bashful expression, how could Song Qingshu possibly hold back? He immediately rolled over and slipped beneath the covers.
"Ah, you're awful. Be gentler..."
Early the next morning, while Song Qingshu was still lingering in that tender paradise, a maid came to report from outside the door, "Master, there is a guest outside asking to see you. She said..."
"Not seeing