Heartbreak

A woman might not notice any flaws in daily life, but no matter how careless she was, when it truly came to the moment of bodies entwining, such a completely different sensation could not possibly be concealed.

Over the years, Wanyan Liang had dallied with women everywhere. Unlike Song Qingshu, who had the Blissful Zen Method to balance yin and yang, he could only rely on various precious medicines to nourish himself. Though they had some effect, they still could not prevent him from wearing his body out. As his wife, how could Tudan Jing not know that her husband was strong on the outside but weak within?

But the man on top of her was completely different from her husband. That suffocating sense of pressure instantly made her soul tremble.

She had originally been half-asleep, but the sounds next door had kept disturbing her, leaving her more than half awake already. After being intimate with Song Qingshu for so long, the medicinal effects within her body had long since mostly dissipated. Though her body experienced unprecedented pleasure, her mind was perfectly clear: the man on top of her could not possibly be her husband.

Tudan Jing struggled desperately, trying to push the man off her, but women were naturally weaker. How could she possibly move him?

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "Princess Consort, at a time like this, what does it matter whether I am the Prince or not?"

"Tang Kuobian, you're Tang Kuobian!" This time, Song Qingshu had not deliberately imitated Wanyan Liang's voice. Tudan Jing recognized him at once and was utterly stunned.

"It's me." Song Qingshu did not deny it. He withdrew from her body, then casually flicked his hand. A strand of scorching Finger wind struck the oil lamp, and the room gradually brightened.

Once she