The Suspension Bridge Effect

Song Qingshu held Huang Rong's soft, delicate body and took a breath with his eyes closed. "Mm, you still smell wonderful."

Surrounded by that devilish aura, Huang Rong's whole body instantly went weak. Hearing Song Qingshu's words, she let out a faint sigh. "Young Master Song, I'd think you were too young even if you were my little brother. Do you really find this interesting?"

"Of course I do." Song Qingshu smiled faintly, then his expression turned solemn. "Rong'er, you can say anything about me, but don't ever say I'm small."

But you were clearly younger than me? Huang Rong froze slightly, unable to understand why he had reacted so strongly. Only when she saw the suggestive look on his face did she finally understand, and she spat lightly. "Shameless!"

She had experienced it firsthand last night. Indeed... by any standard, he had nothing to do with being small.

Unwilling to discuss such a ridiculous topic with him, Huang Rong hurriedly said, "You're a young hero. Who knew how many beautiful girls in the world admired you? Why must you insist on pestering a married woman like me?"

"I just like married women!" Song Qingshu answered with perfect confidence.

Huang Rong was utterly dumbfounded, with no idea how to respond.

Fearing that she would fly into a rage once she recovered, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "Stop talking. Let's go save your husband." With that, he wrapped an arm around Huang Rong's slender waist, lightly tapped off with his toes, and after several leaps, the two arrived atop a nearby tower.

A biting cold wind swept over them, raising a layer of tiny goosebumps across Huang Rong's delicate skin. She instinctively nestled closer into Song Qingshu's embrace. The scorching heat from his chest drove away most of the chill within her,