"Pah, pah, pah! What a cursed thing to say!" Song Qingshu hurriedly drove the ominous thought from his mind. He had already made up his mind that even if it truly came to a bad ending, with his current abilities, he would forcefully defy fate and change it.
"What cursed thing?" Li Qingluo asked blankly.
"Nothing." Song Qingshu turned his attention back to the beauty in his arms. Holding her warm, voluptuous body, he could not help swallowing. "We were interrupted just now. Shall we continue?"
Sensing the change in his body, Li Qingluo spat lightly. "Are you a bull or something..." Her bashful glare and coquettish charm, the allure flowing through her eyes and brows, were beyond description.
Song Qingshu was thoroughly tempted. Amid peals of soft laughter, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled back into bed.
"How about we give Yuyan a little sister?"
"Pah! You may have no shame, but I still do. If I really end up carrying your child, how will I ever face anyone again?"
"So what if you do? Let me see who dares say a single word then."
"Stop dreaming. It won't happen."
"Why not?"
"Because every time, I use my inner energy to force out what you leave inside me."
"..."
The next day, before the sky outside had even brightened, Li Qingluo got up and dressed. Song Qingshu wanted to hold her and sleep a little longer, but she firmly refused. Once dawn broke, if anyone saw her leaving this room, she would never be able to face anyone again.
Song Qingshu understood the seriousness of it and did not make things difficult for her. Watching her hurried yet still elegant retreating figure, he smiled knowingly. That was the advantage of mature women: they understood romance and