Inquiry

Song Qingshu was quite surprised. He had not expected Huang Rong to ask such a question, and he could not help but laugh. "A private matter from the boudoir like this—Rong'er, aren't you afraid it'll sully your ears?"

The moment the words left Huang Rong's mouth, she regretted them. Her heart thumped wildly, and hearing Song Qingshu tease her, she instinctively turned her back to him and gave a guilty snort. "Forget it if you won't say."

Song Qingshu leaned close from behind and spoke into Huang Rong's ear in a drifting tone. "Since Rong'er has asked, how could I be so cruel as to deny even this tiny bit of your curiosity?"

The skin on Huang Rong's neck could faintly feel the heat of Song Qingshu's breath. Her entire body stiffened at once. Though she did not turn around, she could still sense that Song Qingshu was extremely, extremely close. That subtle pressure made her heart tremble.

Huang Rong subconsciously glanced at Guo Jing in the distance. Seeing that he was still sleeping soundly, she somehow let out a sigh of relief. "Don't do this. Jing Gege is right there!"

"I haven't done anything~" The amusement in Song Qingshu's voice deepened. "That said, I'm really curious. Why wasn't your first reaction to get away from me, but to see whether you'd woken your husband?"

Only then did Huang Rong snap back to her senses. With a soft cry, she hurriedly tried to move aside and put some distance between them. Yet Song Qingshu pressed both hands onto her shoulders, and a powerful force came through them. She could no longer move even an inch.

"What are you trying to do?" Huang Rong was genuinely panicking now, her gaze constantly darting toward Guo Jing. On one hand, she feared he