Sworn Brothers

Song Qingshu knew Ge Bi had probably been frightened badly just now. He had prepared a whole speech to comfort her, but before he could say a word, her soft, warm red lips blocked every last one of them.

"Madam..."

Song Qingshu finally found a chance to speak, but after only two words, his lips were pressed shut by two fair, delicate fingers.

Song Qingshu had been at it for most of the night and was already exhausted, yet Ge Bi's voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly igniting the volcano in his heart.

For the sake of the bigger picture, Song Qingshu had exercised tremendous restraint during this period and kept himself from touching a breathtaking beauty like Ge Bi. But his dalliance with Empress Peiman today had thoroughly kindled his desire. Coupled with the fact that the rescue of the others was finally showing promise, and with Ge Bi now throwing herself into his arms, he finally wavered.

At that moment, he was extremely grateful for his foresight. When leaving the palace, he had taken the opportunity to bathe and change into clean clothes. Otherwise, Empress Peiman's scent, or the fragrance of the Yellow-robed Woman and her sister, might still have lingered on him. There was no way Ge Bi would not have noticed.

He had only become more cautious because Zhao Fujin had recognized his true identity by his scent before. He had not expected that precaution to prove useful so quickly.

Ge Bi's lips, as though moistened by crystalline morning dew, parted slightly. Under the lamplight, they appeared especially tender and alluring. Song Qingshu could not help but kiss her. Before long, a captivating flush slowly rose on Ge Bi's exquisite fair face, while her beautiful eyes gleamed with a hazy, seductive light.