Song Qingshu had been utterly entwined with Mu Wanqing in the palace before being forcibly interrupted midway. He was still suppressing a raging fire within him, and the young girl's initiative in offering him a kiss was like a spark falling into a barrel of oil, instantly setting everything ablaze.
With a tap of his toes, he carried Wuyunzhu straight to the crown of a nearby tree. Its branches and leaves were dense; even if someone passed below, it would be hard for them to notice the two people overhead.
The girl was delicate and soft, carrying a unique youthful fragrance that was utterly intoxicating. Song Qingshu's movements became increasingly aggressive.
"Big Brother~" Wuyunzhu was, after all, an inexperienced young girl. When the moment came, she could not help feeling instinctively afraid. Yet when she remembered that he was the man she had longed for day and night, she found it hard to refuse him.
But her call jolted Song Qingshu awake. With some guilt, he straightened her disheveled clothes. "I'm sorry. I got carried away just now and couldn't hold back."
Wuyunzhu pressed her tender, green-onion-like fingers against his lips. "You don't need to apologize. Actually, hearing you say that makes me... makes me very happy."
"Happy?" Song Qingshu froze.
A flash of shyness crossed Wuyunzhu's face. "Because Big Brother felt... felt an impulse toward me."
Song Qingshu did not know whether to laugh or cry. Young girls these days really were impossible to understand.
"Actually... actually..." Wuyunzhu lowered her head with a blush, murmuring, "You didn't have to stop. I... I was willing."
Seeing her boundless shyness, Song Qingshu's mind, which he had painstakingly reined in, nearly slipped out of control once more.
Song Qingshu knew he had the hidden danger of the Inner Demon, and he had