Blindness

Song Qingshu spread his hands and cried injustice. "I only suggested that Great Hero Guo spare your daughter's hand. What other intentions could I possibly have?"

"You know perfectly well," Huang Rong snorted coldly.

"All right, all right, I was just teasing you," Song Qingshu said with a smile. "You've been overthinking things. I merely wanted to indirectly show Great Hero Guo that I was interested in Guo Fu. Would he really refuse to show his daughter's lifesaver some consideration and actually cut off Guo Fu's hand?"

"What father doesn't love his daughter? Do you really think Great Hero Guo could bear to cut off Fu'er's hand? I gave him a way out, and after Yang Guo attacked you two this time, you can put in a few good words for her. Wouldn't the whole matter be settled then?"

"Besides, I was only putting on a show. Do you really think I'm interested in that spoiled, willful young miss? I have so many lovely confidantes around me already. I'd be afraid of accidentally offending her and getting snipped in the middle of the night."

"Fu'er isn't nearly as willful as you make her sound." Huang Rong's face immediately flushed red. "Besides... besides, a lecherous, shameless bastard like you would only deserve it if you got snipped. Heaven would be showing justice."

Song Qingshu leaned close with a lascivious grin. "If I really got snipped, wouldn't that make you a living widow?"

"Pah!" Huang Rong spat. "You're not my husband."

"I may not be your husband, but I am your man." Song Qingshu placed both hands on her shoulders, his lips deliberately brushing the skin at the back of her neck.

"Y-you... what are you trying to do?" Huang Rong's voice trembled slightly.

"You know what I'm trying to do." Song