"Ah?" With her so close, he could clearly feel her breath and the faint fragrance on her body. Song Qingshu's throat immediately went dry.
Huang Rong stretched out her snow-white arms and gently wrapped them around Song Qingshu's neck. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "Everyone says you're a rogue in matters of love, that you understand women better than anyone. So why do you seem like such a fool to me right now?"
As she spoke into his ear, her whole body was practically draped over him. Song Qingshu only felt soft, slick flesh beneath his hands, leaving him at a loss as to where to put them.
"Rong'er, you've been poisoned." Song Qingshu sighed rather gloomily.
"So what?" Huang Rong looked at him, her face flushed crimson.
Song Qingshu gave a bitter smile. "I don't want to have you under these circumstances, only for you to think afterward that I took advantage of you. Things between us have only just improved. I don't want you to hate me to death again after today."
"Who said I'd hate you?" As Huang Rong spoke, her body twisted continuously like a mermaid.
Feeling that intermittent contact, Song Qingshu's heart began pounding. "Once you're clear-headed, I'm afraid you won't think that way."
"Then do you have a way to cure my poison?" Huang Rong stared straight at him, her eyes seeming to ripple with moisture.
Song Qingshu frowned slightly, running through every possible method in his mind. It seemed there truly was no other way.
Huang Rong sighed. "Aren't you the antidote?"
Song Qingshu froze, then felt a surge of heat rise within him. He had never expected that one day he would become such an enticing antidote.
Just then, Huang Rong suddenly raised her head and kissed him on the