"I don't know why either. I just suddenly wanted to kiss you." Though her face was slightly shy, there was an inexplicable courage deep in Princess Jincheng's eyes.
Though she looked like a quiet, refined lady on the outside, she had been kept in a cage like a canary and suppressed for far too long. Deep down, she had long yearned for freedom and grown curious about new things; she was far bolder than her appearance suggested.
"Princess Consort, you're making this very difficult for me." Song Qingshu sighed softly.
"Why is it difficult? Do I really hold no attraction for you at all?" Princess Jincheng's cheeks flushed as she gazed at him with watery eyes.
"That's not it. Princess Consort, you're noble and beautiful, and attractive to any man. That's precisely why it's so hard to restrain myself." Song Qingshu looked over the woman before him. Her skin was fair as snow, her breasts full and waist slender. She possessed both the quiet elegance of a southern lady and the seductive beauty of a mature woman. Her status as both Princess Consort and princess added even more noble charm to her.
"Then why do you have to restrain yourself?" Princess Jincheng gently bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly. Clearly, she was not as calm as she appeared.
Song Qingshu was no boor who failed to understand romance. Earlier, he had disdained taking advantage of someone in distress, and had remained unmoved while treating her poison and injuries. But now that the beauty before him had taken the initiative, he had no reason left to refuse.
He gently lifted her chin with his hand, unable to help marveling at the softness and delicacy of her skin. Still, he solemnly asked, "Princess Consort, have you thought this through?"
Her answer