Conditions

These words resonated within Huang Rong as well. What had happened last night was indeed unforgettable. Setting aside the torment of morality, she had to admit that the experience had been unprecedentedly wonderful and joyful.

Unfortunately, the moment she thought of having given herself to a man other than her husband, all that bliss instantly turned into the lash of her conscience.

"Even if you can't forget it, you have to." Huang Rong's voice no longer held its earlier trembling and confusion. In an instant, she seemed to have become the decisive leader of the Beggar's Clan once more.

"Unfortunately, I have no intention of forgetting it." Song Qingshu shook his head.

Huang Rong clenched her pearly teeth, her beautiful eyes blazing with anger. "You already took an enormous advantage of me last night, and I wasn't even planning to hold you accountable. What more do you want?"

"The advantage was indeed enormous." Song Qingshu nodded, clearly acknowledging her words. "But I have a large appetite too."

Huang Rong's hands and feet went cold. "What do you mean?"

"Rong'er, you must know how I feel about you." Song Qingshu's gaze swept across her exquisite, porcelain-like face, and he could not help marveling at the Creator's wonders. "Because of your status, I had always exercised considerable restraint. Rong'er, you should have been able to feel that."

Huang Rong's face flushed, and she gave a soft hum. Thinking back on everything between them, it was indeed as he said. Though Song Qingshu often made ambiguous gestures, there had always been reasons for them. Overall, he had kept his feelings within the bounds of propriety. If not for that, she would never have let down her guard and fallen asleep on his bed last night.

At that thought, Huang Rong gritted her teeth