Song Qingshu was very satisfied. This was the advantage of mature women: gentle and understanding, able to take the initiative with passion when a man needed it most, yet still retaining a woman's natural shyness in her movements, unlike the lewd and wanton Hua Jieyu type.
"Benefactor, when the Mongols breached Samarkand years ago, my family and my fiancé all died in the chaos of war. I always wanted to avenge them, but I lacked the strength to do so. Among the Mongol experts you killed today were the culprits from back then. Now that my great vengeance has been fulfilled, I am truly so happy."
Madam Zhen leaned close to whisper in his ear. The hairpin atop her head had already been removed, and her neatly arranged hair had fallen softly loose, pale golden locks cascading to her waist and making her fair, tender skin appear even more alluring.
Song Qingshu froze. "You were married before?"
Madam Zhen gave a seductive smile. "Young master, do not worry. We were merely betrothed and had not consummated the marriage. You will be my first man."
"You kept yourself pure for him all these years. It seems your feelings for each other ran deep?" Song Qingshu asked in a muffled voice, his mouth not being particularly free at the moment.
"We grew up together and could be considered childhood sweethearts. We had always loved each other deeply. If not for those Mongol demons, we should have lived happy and fulfilled lives." Madam Zhen's gaze softened, as though she had recalled the beautiful days of the past.
Song Qingshu's voice was somewhat dry. "Hearing you say that makes me feel rather guilty."
Madam Zhen's eyes shimmered with moisture as she smiled dreamily. "But I do not see Young Master's movements stopping~"
"Hmph!" Song