Guo Jing and His Wife

The next morning, when Song Qingshu woke up and touched the bedding beside him, the beauty was already gone. He could not help feeling a little melancholy.

Thinking of last night's uninhibited passion, Song Qingshu smiled knowingly. It had been a long time since he had felt so refreshed. Madam Tang truly was a woman among women.

"Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu, mind your moral standards..." Song Qingshu muttered to himself. Thinking of how he had treated a noble lady like a toy to vent his desires last night, even he felt a little embarrassed.

Creak~

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a graceful figure entered carrying a basin of clean water. Seeing Song Qingshu sitting on the bed and looking at her, she, though long married, actually showed the bashfulness of a young maiden. "Young master, this concubine has come to help you get up."

Madam Tang wore a close-fitting satin gown today, outlining her full and alluring figure to perfection. A faint blush lingered on her seductive face. Even Song Qingshu, who had seen countless beauties, had to admit that the woman before him was truly exceptional.

As she bent down beside the bed to set down the basin, quite a few bright red kiss marks dotted the snow-white skin revealed between her breasts. Song Qingshu felt his heart stir at the sight. These were all his glorious achievements.

Noticing Song Qingshu's gaze, Madam Tang looked down and could not help complaining coyly, "Young master treated me like that last night. How am I supposed to face anyone today?"

Song Qingshu did not know whether to laugh or cry. She had gone out early in the morning, changed clothes, and even brought in water. Who knew how many people she had already seen? Yet she did not seem