Fake Antidote

Hearing Song Qingshu mention her husband, Huang Rong felt a flicker of guilt. Now that she had obtained the antidote, she had not even gone to save Jing Gege immediately!

Pushing aside her jumbled thoughts, Huang Rong nodded and hurried into the room with the porcelain bottle. Guo Jing was sitting cross-legged on the bed, apparently circulating his inner energy throughout his body. Yet the large beads of sweat pouring down his face showed that his condition was far from optimistic.

"Rong'er, is that you?" Under normal circumstances, Guo Jing would naturally have recognized his wife's footsteps with his cultivation. But now, with his dantian utterly depleted of inner strength and his eyes blind, he could only tell that the person entering had light footsteps and was likely a woman.

"Jing Gege, we found the antidote." Seeing her husband in such a miserable state, Huang Rong's nose stung. She hurried over to support him.

Song Qingshu leaned against the curtain at the doorway and did not enter to disturb them. Strangely enough, although he possessed an intense desire to possess women, seeing Huang Rong and Guo Jing acting so intimately did not make him uncomfortable in the slightest. After pondering it for a while, he could only explain it with: Huang Rong was Guo Jing's wife to begin with.

"Looks like I really am a pervert." Song Qingshu gave a self-mocking smile. After all, he was not someone like Yun Zhonghe, who killed husbands and stole their wives. Though he enjoyed the feeling of possessing Huang Rong, he had no desire to destroy another person's marriage because of it. First, he had his great cause to consider and needed to protect his reputation; second, it was simply in his nature.

While he had been distracted, Huang Rong had already roughly