Song Qingshu found Huang Rong's reaction very strange. By all rights, she should have turned hostile after what he had done to her, yet Huang Rong remained silent. Since he lived by the principle that only a fool passed up a free advantage, he naturally would not stupidly give up such a perfect opportunity.
At first, he had some misgivings and only dared to pretend to lean close to Huang Rong's ear to speak, accidentally brushing against her earlobe. But after doing so several times and seeing no reaction from Huang Rong, Song Qingshu immediately grew bolder.
No longer satisfied with such intermittent contact, he gradually began kissing her snowy, smooth nape and cheeks... In truth, Song Qingshu was deeply uneasy as he did this, afraid Huang Rong would turn on him and permanently shatter their relationship. Yet as his actions became increasingly excessive, apart from her skin slowly flushing red, Huang Rong showed no other reaction?
Could it be that, in order to save her husband, she was deliberately letting him take advantage of her so that he would work even harder to save him?
A thought flashed through Song Qingshu's mind. On one hand, he admired Huang Rong for being willing to make such a sacrifice for her husband; on the other, he secretly warned himself: I have so many confidantes. There must be quite a few willing to sacrifice themselves for me. For the sake of their chastity, I need to stay vigilant at all times, lest I become another man's prisoner and they end up being threatened.
In his previous life, Song Qingshu had seen plenty of such plots on television. The male lead's life or death would be at the villain's whim, while the female lead or second female lead, in order to save him,