Playing Dirty

"D-Don't say any more." Huang Rong's voice had begun to tremble.

"Rong'er, why are you so nervous?" Song Qingshu looked at her strangely. "It wasn't about you, was it? Besides, weren't you the one who wanted to know the answer to this question?"

"Of course it wasn't about me!" Huang Rong cried out. She quickly realized that her reaction was a little too telling and hurriedly added, "I may have asked, but your answer was far too... too detailed."

"Was it that detailed?" Song Qingshu said dismissively. "I only roughly described how it felt. I didn't even mention the specific details. If you think my answer wasn't thorough enough, I can tell you everything from beginning to end. Last night, after she fell asleep, I quietly entered her from the side..."

"Enough, enough!" Huang Rong did not need to look to know that her face must be burning red. The searing heat made her a little dizzy, and she hurriedly cut him off. "How could a woman like me possibly keep listening to the bedroom secrets between you two!"

"A woman like you?" Song Qingshu regarded her teasingly. "Rong'er, your state of mind seems to have become twenty years younger."

"Twenty years..." Huang Rong's expression suddenly dimmed. Youyou let out a soft sigh. "I really am old. I can't compare to those young girls anymore."

Song Qingshu wanted nothing more than to slap himself. Huang Rong's beauty, figure, and status were all among the finest in the world. The one thing she probably minded was her age. A married woman barely past thirty was, to Song Qingshu, at the very peak of a woman's life. But in a world where girls could marry at twelve or thirteen, an age just past thirty truly was not considered young.

"Rong'er, you're being