Heartache

The moment Song Qingshu wrapped an arm around her waist, Huang Rong's whole body stiffened. She guiltily glanced to the side and, seeing that her husband had not noticed his movements, finally let out a breath of relief.

But Huang Rong did not relax for long. Her pretty face soon turned red, then pale. Song Qingshu's hand at her waist was far from honest; as he held her, he also stroked her lower abdomen.

Huang Rong's heart trembled, and she nearly cried out. But with her husband beside her, and with them now in such a perilous place, she did not want to cause further trouble. Song had already taken far greater liberties with her, so this was nothing much. She had already wronged Jing Gege terribly; if she acted on impulse and caused him to be thrown back into prison, she would never be able to atone for it even with ten thousand deaths.

Having made up her mind, Huang Rong bit down hard on her lips and allowed Song Qingshu to take liberties with her. She even deliberately swayed her body now and then, using the chance to block her husband's line of sight.

Song Qingshu gave her a meaningful look, and a smug curve rose at the corner of his lips.

He led Guo Jing and Huang Rong out of the Heavenly Prison, quickly drawing the attention of the guards outside. But among all martial arts, nothing could withstand speed. Before the guards could encircle them, Song Qingshu took the two of them out of the perimeter. He then led their pursuers on several wide loops before quietly returning to the rear residence of the Military Governor's manor.

"The most dangerous place is often the safest." Song Qingshu smiled at them. "Wanyan Liang will definitely tear the