Translator: ryuxenji Editor: H2dH2mr Despite Luo Bing's loud ruckus earlier, it did not cause any ripples in Song Qingshu's heart. But this soft hum was like a spell, causing Song Qingshu's entire body to stiffen. He withdrew from Luo Bing's body and stood up, looking out the window warily.
As soon as Luo Bing was free, she hurriedly bit her red lips, picked up the clothes scattered on the bed, and put them on silently. Even after she finished dressing and disappeared through the door, Song Qingshu did not have the slightest intention of stopping her.
"I didn't think that our next meeting would be under such circumstances." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, thinking that he had to go to Heavenly Bridge to find a fortune-teller soon. His luck was just too bad.
"I didn't think that after so long, you would still be so despicable, only relying on such despicable methods to take a woman's body."
With a bang, the room door was pushed open by an invisible force. A green dress trailed on the ground, and a beautiful woman walked in, her eyes sparkling and clear. The moonlight faintly shone through her thin dress, as if she was a fairy from the Moon Palace descending to the mortal world.
That kind of charm that seeped out from her bones, had always made Song Qingshu love and hate it at the same time. Song Qingshu pulled the blanket over his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and said with a bitter smile, "I thought you should have come long ago."
Thinking of how she had been tricked by two brats to Changbai Mountain and stayed in the snow for half a year, the woman's face could not help but burn slightly, "It's not too late to come and take your dog life now."
"In any case, we are husband and wife, don't call me dog every time you open your mouth. If I were a dog, what would you be? "Song Qingshu looked at her with disgust.
This fairy-like woman in front of him was naturally Song Qingshu's first wife, Zhou Zhiruo. Back then, after Song Qingshu's one-night stand, she vowed to tear him into pieces and hunt him down all over the world.
As a result, he was tricked by little Hu Fei and Ling Su to the bitter cold land of Liaodong in the King Of Medicine Village. Recently, Song Qingshu had been doing very well in the Manchurian Qing Dynasty. Zhou Zhiruo accidentally overheard the discussion of the drinkers in an inn and knew that Song Qingshu had been in the Manchurian Qing Imperial Palace.
"That's right. I was blind to marry you." Zhou Zhiruo sneered. "I even said before, 'Even if everyone in the world betrays me, Song Qingshu will not betray me.' Now it seems that it's really ironic."
"You know you're marrying me!" Song Qingshu felt that his emotions were a little out of control. "Don't think that I don't know what you and Zhang Wuji did on Mount Shaoshi."
"You know very well that we didn't cross the line." Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes fluttered, and she looked at him deeply.
"I didn't know. I only found out after that night!" An irrepressible smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face. "And even if I knew beforehand, I wouldn't regret what I did. To be able to obtain your first drop of blood, I thought that no matter what happens between you and Zhang Wuji in the future, he will always be a loser in front of me. "
Looking coldly at Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo said, "Are you done being smug? My life's happiness has been ruined by your hands … That night, I said that one day, I would tear you into pieces. Chapter 124: The Night of Agitation (Part 2)
I didn't think that day would come so soon. "
"Your happiness!" Song Qingshu's breathing quickened, and the more he spoke, the more agitated he became. "Your happiness should be given by me, as your husband, instead of fooling around with an old lover behind your husband's back when his life is in danger."
"You're done?" Perhaps it was because she had stayed in Changbai Mountain for too long, but right now, Zhou Zhiruo's tone was even colder than ice, without a trace of anger. "Do you think there's any point in saying all this now?"
Song Qingshu was stunned. "That's right. I didn't think that you would see things so clearly. I'm the one who's at a disadvantage." The relationship between the two of them was very complicated. From a personal standpoint, neither of their actions were wrong, but it just so happened that their actions, intentionally or unintentionally, deeply hurt the other person.
There were many things in the world that were not right or wrong, only different standpoints.
"Since that's the case," The corners of Zhou Zhiruo's lips curled up slightly, "Then go to hell!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Zhiruo's figure floated gracefully and gracefully. From her green sleeves, a slender hand reached out, and five fingers shot straight for the top of Song Qingshu's head. Her qinggong was excellent, not inferior to any expert that Song Qingshu had ever seen.
Song Qingshu's expression changed. His vision was no longer what it used to be. He raised his hand and grasped Zhou Zhiruo's pulse.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhiruo's expression was unruffled, as if she had already expected this. Her left palm suddenly came crashing down.
Song Qingshu hurriedly stretched out his palm to meet it. After a muffled sound, Zhou Zhiruo flipped over and gracefully floated back to her original position.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, spat out a mouthful of blood. Yesterday, he had been injured by Wen Tailai's Rushing Thunder Palm. After a night of recuperation, dealing with Luo Bing's level of martial arts was fine. However, Zhou Zhiruo was the person who won the title of "Number One in the World" at the Lion Slaying Gathering. Although Zhang Wuji had deliberately let her win, it was enough to show that compared to Luo Bing, her martial arts were like clouds and mud.
"Your Nine Yin Manual has already been practiced to such a high level?" A trace of worry flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face.
"Knowing that my beloved wife is constantly chasing after me, how can I not desperately practice martial arts?" Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, mocking himself endlessly in his heart. Recently, why did it seem like he was on his period, vomiting blood every day?
During the fight just now, Song Qingshu had used both hands to parry Zhou Zhiruo's attack, and the blanket covering his body had slipped down to his waist. Noticing the palm print on the other's ribs, Zhou Zhiruo frowned and said, "You're injured?"
Song Qingshu nodded bitterly, "That's why I said you're very lucky. You came at the right time."
"Tell me his name," Zhou Zhiruo said calmly, "No matter what, you're still my husband. After I kill you, I'll help you kill him, lest you die with regrets."
"Being killed by my own wife, I'm destined to die with regrets." Song Qingshu waved his right hand and the wooden sword beside him flew into his palm. He smiled faintly, "Why don't we die together? That way, the road to the Yellow Springs won't be lonely."
"I taught you all your martial arts. I'd like to see what you've learned in this period of time. Chapter 124: The Night of the Agitated Mind (Part 2)
You're so confident. "Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed, and she no longer held back. She used the Nine Yin White Bone Claw to attack with all her might.
Although Song Qingshu also knew the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, he wouldn't be so stupid as to use it against an enemy. In contrast to the claw shadows that filled the sky when he used it, when Zhou Zhiruo used the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, she moved like a ghost. More often than not, before she could even finish one move, her other hand would already be attacking from an unimaginable angle.
Song Qingshu's expression was solemn as he raised the wooden sword, the tip of the sword constantly poking at the weak points of the opponent's claw shadows.
"Huh?" Seeing her moves being methodically nullified by her opponent, Zhou Zhiruo stared at him in surprise. However, she sensed that Song Qingshu's movements were gradually becoming more and more obscure, and knew that he was affected by his internal injuries. She couldn't help but deliberately attack the wound on his ribs, not giving him the slightest chance to catch his breath.
Song QingShu had just reached a critical juncture in his plan when Zhou Zhiruo suddenly appeared and gave up halfway, causing his blood and Qi to churn incessantly. Under the opponent's fierce attacks, Song QingShu's injuries finally relapsed.
"Stinking bitch, you're a Sect Leader after all. It's one thing for you to attack me while I'm in a precarious situation, but why do you keep attacking the place where I'm injured!" Song Qingshu shouted in shock and anger as he defended.
"To deal with a shameless person, you must use a shameless method." Zhou Zhiruo wasn't the slightest bit moved, and attacked even more fiercely.
Song Qingshu felt so annoyed that he wanted to vomit. Finally, in a moment of absent-mindedness, his wooden sword was pushed away by his opponent's left hand, and his neck was already under the control of Zhou Zhiruo's Nine Yin White Bone Claw.
"Forget it, forget it. I came and went naked, and I'll be a good man again after eighteen years." Song Qingshu's hand loosened, and he directly threw the wooden sword to the ground. His left hand, however, pulled the blanket around his waist to the side.
Seeing that her opponent's vital point was under control, Zhou Zhiruo secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing that Song Qingshu had given up on resisting, she was about to open her mouth to speak, but she didn't expect him to directly pull the blanket away.
Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously glanced over, and saw that Song Qingshu hadn't had the time to put on his clothes just now, and now he was completely naked below. A disgusting thing was standing with its head held high, and its shape was ferociously glaring at her.
Although she had already given it to Song Qingshu, that night, other than humiliation and anger, she didn't notice anything else. Now, she still maintained the delicate heart of a young girl, and the anger in her heart made her subconsciously turn her head away.
Song Qingshu had been waiting for this opportunity. Taking advantage of her flustered heart, he poked her armpit with his finger.
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were filled with unwillingness, and her body softened, and she slowly fell into his arms.
Song Qingshu had used up all the strength in his body just now, and hugging her soft and delicate body, he secretly rejoiced, "No matter how high one's martial arts is, they're still afraid of a kitchen knife. In the movies of my previous life, I saw all sorts of hilarious moves in Jackie Chan's movies, where a random object could be used as a weapon, and the moves were even more wretched and laughable. At first, I didn't think much of it, thinking that the other party was from an opera troupe. But now that I've learned martial arts, I know that using everything around me is the highest realm of life and death. "
Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes were filled with agitation, Song Qingshu's anger boiled.
Song Qingshu casually sealed several major acupoints on her body and smiled, "I've also learned the Nine Yin Sutra. You're still too inexperienced to unseal acupoints."
Seeing that the other party was completely restrained, Song Qingshu immediately sat cross-legged and circulated his energy to treat his injuries. He had used up all his qi, and if he didn't recover quickly, he would be dumbfounded if Luo Bing were to return.
Zhou Zhiruo's heart was filled with regret. She hated herself for not breaking his neck just now, and she just had to be stunned for a moment.
This was how humans were. They had always wanted revenge, but when the opportunity presented itself, they didn't want the other party to die so easily. It was precisely because of this contradictory mentality that Song Qingshu managed to turn the tables on Zhou Zhiruo.
Seeing that the other party had started to treat his injuries, Zhou Zhiruo also started to circulate her qi to break through her acupoints. She clearly knew that Song Qingshu was already an arrow at the end of its flight. As long as she could break through her acupoints, he would no longer have the strength to retaliate.
However, what made her embarrassed was that she had fallen into Song QingShu's arms just now. Now that he was sitting cross-legged and healing his injuries, she had no choice but to rest her head on his thighs. Meanwhile, that bad thing that had made her so embarrassed and angry just now was constantly rubbing against her snow-white face.
The heat on her face made it impossible for her to focus on breaking through her acupoints. She couldn't help but curse, "Get away from me, you disgusting thing!"
"It's all thanks to him that I managed to turn the tables just now. How can I burn the bridge after crossing it?" Song Qingshu didn't even open his eyes and replied nonchalantly. Chapter 125: Strange Bedfellows
"You!" Seeing that the other party was ignoring her request, Zhou Zhiruo clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind. She used all the qi in her body to break through her acupoints again and again.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have sensed something. She opened her eyes and found that Song Qingshu was looking at her in a daze. His eyes were filled with admiration and conflict.
"Are your injuries healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupoint sealing technique was imitating Ouyang Feng's Nine Yin Force. She used the acupoint unsealing technique from the Nine Yin Sutra to break through her acupoint, but not only did the acupoint not loosen, she felt her whole body go numb.
"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, and with a warm and fragrant body in my arms, it would be too wasteful to meditate until dawn."
Song Qingshu's gaze lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. She wore a long green dress that wrapped around her graceful figure. Her ivory white skin was faintly revealed at the collar, and her moist lips exuded an enchanting luster … As he looked at her, Song Qingshu felt his throat go dry.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have seen this kind of gaze before. She couldn't help but reveal a trace of panic between her brows: "What do you want?"
"Why ask when you already know the answer?" Earlier, Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moisture of Luo Bing's mature body. Just as he was about to enjoy it to his heart's content, he had to stop because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance. The fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.
But fortunately, there was an even more outstanding compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's usually cold and deep eyes filled with panic, Song Qingshu bent down and whispered in her ear: "Of course it's you!"
"You! Ugh … ugh … "Zhou Zhiruo was about to angrily rebuke, but found that her lips were already blocked, and all the words turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Ugh … at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no way she could escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a chance to breathe, and she made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman. She couldn't bear the humiliation and the smell of another woman entering her body at the same time.
"No problem!"
…
The next morning, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his wife in name with a complicated expression.
The sunlight that seeped in through the window shone on her fair skin. Her glossy black hair was scattered messily, and the lines of her gentle face seemed to be drawn out in a single stroke. In the hazy morning light, she exuded a kind of tranquil aura.
How Song Qingshu hoped that she would sleep like this forever, because he knew that once she woke up, the two of them would return to that life and death situation.
His left hand hesitated around her delicate neck several times. Song Qingshu sighed, but in the end, he still couldn't bear to do it.
"Lord Song, Lord Song?" A guard knocked carefully on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that she hadn't turned to the next page.
"You!" Seeing that the other party was ignoring her request, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind. She circulated the zhenqi in her body with all her might to attack the acupoints again and again.
After an unknown period of time, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to sense something and opened her eyes. She found that Song Qingshu was looking at her in a daze, his eyes filled with admiration and conflict.
"Your injuries have healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that the acupoint sealing technique that Song Qingshu had used was imitating Ouyang Feng's Nine Yin Meridian. She had used the acupoint unsealing technique from the Nine Yin Sutra to attack the acupoint, but not only did the acupoint not loosen, she felt her entire body go numb.
"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, and with a warm and fragrant body in my arms, it would be a waste of God's gift to meditate until dawn."
Song Qingshu's gaze lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. Her green dress wrapped around her graceful figure, and her ivory white skin was faintly revealed at the collar. Her moist lips exuded an enchanting luster … As he stared, Song Qingshu felt his throat go dry.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have seen this kind of gaze before, and she couldn't help but reveal a hint of panic. "What are you trying to do?"
"Why ask when you already know the answer?" Earlier, Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moisture of Luo Bing's mature body and was about to enjoy it to his heart's content. However, because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, he had no choice but to abruptly stop. The fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.
Fortunately, there was an even more outstanding compensation at this time. Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo's usually cold and deep eyes were filled with panic, Song Qingshu bent down and softly said in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Ugh … ugh … "Zhou Zhiruo was about to angrily rebuke, but she found that her lips were already blocked, and all the words turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Ugh … at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no way she could escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a chance to breathe, and she made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman. She couldn't bear the humiliation and the smell of another woman entering her body at the same time.
"No problem!"
…
The next morning, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his wife in name with a complicated expression.
The sunlight that seeped in through the window shone on her fair skin, and her glossy black hair was scattered messily. The lines of her gentle profile seemed to be drawn out in a single stroke, and she exuded a kind of tranquil aura in the hazy morning light.
How Song Qingshu hoped that she would sleep like this forever, because he knew that once she woke up, the two of them would return to that life and death situation.
His left hand hesitated around her delicate neck several times, and Song Qingshu sighed, but in the end, he still couldn't bear to do it.
"Lord Song, Lord Song?" A guard knocked carefully on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that she hadn't turned to the next page.
"You!" Seeing that the other party was ignoring her request, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind. She circulated the zhenqi in her body with all her might to attack her acupoints again and again.
After an unknown period of time, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to sense something, and she opened her eyes. She found that Song Qingshu was looking at her in a daze, his eyes filled with admiration and conflict.
"Your injuries have healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that the acupoint sealing technique that Song Qingshu had used was imitating Ouyang Feng's Nine Yin Meridian. She had used the acupoint unsealing technique from the Nine Yin Sutra to attack her acupoint, but not only did her acupoint not loosen, she felt her entire body go numb.
"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, and with a warm and fragrant body in my arms, it would be a waste of God's gift to meditate until dawn."
Song Qingshu's gaze lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. Her green dress wrapped around her graceful figure, and her ivory white skin was faintly revealed by her collar. Her moist lips exuded an enchanting luster … As he stared, Song Qingshu felt his throat go dry.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have seen this kind of gaze before, and she couldn't help but reveal a trace of panic. "What are you trying to do?"
"Why ask when you already know the answer?" Earlier, Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moisture of Luo Bing's mature body, and was about to enjoy it to his heart's content. However, because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, he had no choice but to abruptly stop, and the fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.
Fortunately, there was an even more outstanding compensation at this time. Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo's usually cold and deep eyes were filled with panic, Song Qingshu bent down and softly said in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Ugh … ugh … "Zhou Zhiruo was about to angrily rebuke, but found that her lips were already blocked, and all the words turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Ugh … at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no way she could escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a chance to breathe, and raised the only request that the other party could possibly agree to.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman. She couldn't bear the humiliation, and at the same time, she had to endure another woman's breath entering her body.
"No problem!"
…
The next morning, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his wife in name with a complicated expression.
The sunlight that seeped in through the window shone on her fair skin, and her glossy black hair was scattered messily. The lines of her gentle profile seemed to be drawn out in a single stroke, and she exuded a kind of tranquil aura in the hazy morning light.
How Song Qingshu wished that she would sleep like this forever, because he knew that once she woke up, the two of them would return to that life and death situation.
His left hand hesitated around her delicate neck several times, and Song Qingshu sighed. In the end, he still couldn't bear to do it.
"Lord Song, Lord Song?" A guard knocked carefully on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that she hadn't turned to the next page.
"You!" Seeing that the other party was ignoring her request, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind. She circulated the zhenqi in her body with all her might to break through the acupoints.
After some time, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to sense something, and she opened her eyes. She found that Song Qingshu was looking at her in a daze, his eyes filled with admiration and conflict.
"Your injuries have healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that the acupoint sealing technique that Song Qingshu had used was imitating Ouyang Feng's Nine Yin Meridian. She had used the acupoint unsealing technique from the Nine Yin Manual to break through the acupoint, but not only did the acupoint not loosen, she felt her entire body go numb.
"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, and with a warm and fragrant body in my arms, it would be a waste of God's gift to meditate until dawn."
Song Qingshu's gaze lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. Her green dress wrapped around her graceful figure, and her ivory white skin was faintly revealed by her collar. Her moist lips exuded an enchanting luster … As he looked, Song Qingshu felt his throat go dry.
This kind of gaze was familiar to Zhou Zhiruo, and she couldn't help but reveal a hint of panic. "What are you trying to do?"
"Why ask when you already know the answer?" Earlier, Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moisture of Luo Bing's mature body. Just as he was about to enjoy it to his heart's content, he was forced to stop because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance. The fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.
But fortunately, there was an even more outstanding compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's usually cold and deep eyes filled with panic, Song Qingshu bent down and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Ugh … ugh … "Zhou Zhiruo was about to angrily rebuke, but she found that her lips were already blocked, and all the words turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Ugh … at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no way she could escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a chance to breathe, and she made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman. She couldn't endure this kind of humiliation, and at the same time, she had to endure another woman's breath entering her body.
"No problem!"
…
The next morning, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his wife in name with a complicated expression.
The sunlight that seeped in through the window shone on her fair skin, and her glossy black hair was scattered messily. The lines of her gentle profile seemed to be drawn out in a single stroke, and she exuded a kind of tranquil aura in the hazy morning light.
How Song Qingshu hoped that she would sleep like this forever, because he knew that once she woke up, the two of them would return to that life and death situation.
His left hand hesitated around her delicate neck several times, and Song Qingshu sighed, but in the end, he still couldn't bear to do it.
"Lord Song, Lord Song?" A guard knocked carefully on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that she hadn't turned to the next page.
"You!" Seeing that the other party was ignoring her request, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Out of sight, out of mind, out of mind, she channeled all the zhenqi in her body to attack her acupoints again and again.
After some time, as if sensing something, Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was looking at her in a daze. His eyes were filled with admiration and conflict.
"Your injuries have healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupoint sealing technique was imitating Ouyang Feng's Nine Yin Meridian. She used the acupoint unsealing technique from the Nine Yin Sutra to attack her acupoint, but not only did her acupoint not loosen, she even felt her entire body go numb.
"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, and with a warm and fragrant body in my arms, it would be a waste to meditate until dawn."
Song Qingshu's eyes wandered over Zhou Zhiruo's body. The green dress wrapped around her graceful figure, and the neckline faintly revealed her ivory white skin. Her moist lips exuded an enchanting luster … As he stared, Song Qingshu felt his throat go dry.
This kind of gaze was familiar to Zhou Zhiruo, and she couldn't help but reveal a hint of panic. "What are you trying to do?"
"Why ask when you already know the answer?" Earlier, Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moisture of Luo Bing's mature body. Just as he was about to enjoy it to his heart's content, he was forced to stop because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.
But fortunately, there was an even more outstanding compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's usually cold and deep eyes filled with panic, Song Qingshu bent over and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Ugh … ugh … "Zhou Zhiruo was about to angrily rebuke, but she found that her lips were already blocked, and all the words turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Ugh … at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no way she could escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a chance to breathe, and she made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman. She couldn't bear the humiliation of having another woman's breath enter her body at the same time.
"No problem!"
…
The next morning, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his wife in name with a complicated expression.
The sunlight that seeped in through the window shone on her fair skin, and her glossy black hair was scattered messily. The lines of her soft face seemed to be drawn out with a single stroke, and she exuded a kind of tranquil aura in the hazy morning light.
How Song Qingshu hoped that she would sleep like this forever, because he knew that once she woke up, the two of them would return to the state of life and death.
His left hand hesitated near her delicate neck several times, and Song Qingshu sighed, but in the end, he still couldn't bear to do it.
"Lord Song, Lord Song?" A guard carefully knocked on the door.
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