Revisiting Old Matters

Tudan Jing had never expected him to take such liberties with her in front of her husband. Just as she was about to rebuke him, a scorching current suddenly flowed into her fingertips. It was exceedingly strange; the moment she felt it, it vanished into every limb and bone of her body. In that instant, she nearly moaned in pleasure.

Fortunately, the Princess Consort's proper upbringing allowed her to press her lips together in time. Yet the strange sensation in her body grew ever stronger. She felt as though her entire body had been immersed in hot water, while a pair of invisible hands freely caressed every inch of her. Before long, she shyly realized that the fluid between her legs had turned sticky and wet, and her normally delicate face flushed faintly as though dusted with powder.

"My sincerest apologies. I accidentally touched the Princess Consort," Song Qingshu said quickly in a lowered voice, calmly withdrawing his hand at the same time.

"It... it's nothing." When his hand left, Tudan Jing even felt a faint sense of loss. However, she quickly recovered and carefully studied Song Qingshu's eyes. There was not the slightest hint of embarrassment or lewdness in them, and she could not help wondering: Could he really have touched me by accident?

Remembering that lightning-and-fire sensation from moments ago, Tudan Jing's heart trembled. Could what those women said be true?

Among the noblewomen of the capital, Princess Consorts and clan ladies often chatted in private. From time to time, they spoke of pleasures of the bedchamber. Someone had once said that upon encountering the person fated for them, merely touching skin would make every inch of a woman's body issue a call from her soul, yearning to throw herself into that person's embrace.

*Could this Tang Kuobian