Furious

A delicate, intoxicating fragrance wafted toward him. Song Qingshu had no idea whether it was the scent of the perfume Wanyan Ge Bi usually used or the natural fragrance of her body, but his whole body tensed and his heart began pounding wildly.

If she asks to get intimate later, should I be a beast for once or pretend to be a gentleman? Song Qingshu felt that he had overestimated his own willpower earlier. With a beauty of such peerless grace throwing herself into his arms, what man could possibly restrain himself?

While reason and desire battled fiercely within Song Qingshu, Wanyan Ge Bi made no further move. Turning his head, he saw that the beauty's starry eyes were closed, and she had curled up in his arms and fallen asleep again.

Song Qingshu finally let out a sigh of relief, though he could not help feeling a faint sense of disappointment. He quickly shook himself free of that emotion. Rescuing Song Yuanqiao and the others was the priority, and nothing could go wrong before then. His Disguise Art might be exquisite, but it had only deceived Wanyan Ge Bi for the time being. Husband and wife were perhaps the people most familiar with one another in the world. Even if he remained cautious at every turn, she would surely notice something eventually—especially since they had already shared physical intimacy.

Women were the most sensitive creatures in the world. They could distinguish even the slightest difference in a single strand of hair. If they truly became intimate, Wanyan Ge Bi would immediately notice from his scent, build, and even his size that he was not her husband.

Song Qingshu was no longer an impulsive young man. He now knew how to weigh priorities. Before rescuing Song Yuanqiao and the others,