"Where did you take Tudan Jing just now?" After taking her seat, Ge Bi leaned intimately toward Song Qingshu, but her question painted quite a different picture.
"Take a guess." Song Qingshu picked up a cup of wine from the table and drank. After all that earlier exertion, he was a little thirsty.
Ge Bi glanced at Tudan Jing in the distance, her face flushed crimson, and could not help spitting. "Pah! You went off to do that filthy sort of thing again."
Song Qingshu smiled and slipped an arm around her. "Jealous? If you do not like it, I will not go looking for her anymore."
Ge Bi's face reddened slightly. "We are not really husband and wife. Why would I be jealous over whatever you do?"
"That is obviously the tone of someone who is jealous." Song Qingshu grinned. "Since that is the case, I will not go see Tudan Jing anymore."
"Don't!" Ge Bi hurriedly grabbed his hand. "Have you forgotten that you promised to help me get revenge? Not only will I not be jealous if you go to Tudan Jing, I will be very happy instead."
"Not jealous at all?" Song Qingshu immediately put on a deeply disappointed expression. "So I am just a tool for revenge in your heart."
"That is not it!" Ge Bi hurriedly explained. "Actually... actually, I still feel a little uncomfortable." By the end, a faint blush had spread across her face.
Song Qingshu burst into laughter, pulled her into his embrace, and whispered something into her ear, provoking Ge Bi to answer with a flurry of embarrassed, angry little punches.
Wanyan Liang, on the other side, saw Ge Bi's coyly angry expression and recalled how she had moaned softly beneath him that night. A fire instantly rose in his