"Wu wu ~" Chen Yuanyuan wanted to get up several times, but she was seriously injured and had no strength left in her body. There were several times when she wanted to raise her head, but she still fell back down.
In front of her was a man's masculine aura, Chen Yuanyuan simply wished that there was a hole in the ground that she could immediately hide in.
Song Qingshu spread out his hands and innocently said: "Right now it's not me touching you, but you touching me."
Chen Yuanyuan was embarrassed and anxious, but she had no other choice. She couldn't keep lying on his thighs in this position, so she could only admit defeat and said: "You … quickly help me up."
"No ~" Song Qingshu hurriedly shook his head and deliberately dragged out his voice, "Madam clearly said that I am not allowed to touch you, I don't want to be treated as a frivolous and shameless person again."
Hearing that he was deliberately teasing her, Chen Yuanyuan was so angry that her teeth itched. She really wanted to open her mouth and ruthlessly bite him, but thinking of what she would bite if she opened her mouth, she didn't dare to do so.
Lowering his head to admire the beauty in his arms, he saw that her hair was messy, and strands of black hair fell on her snow-white slender neck. The contrast between the two colors seemed to emit a kind of enchanting luster, causing Song Qingshu's heart to be moved, and he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her neck.
"Ah ~" Chen Yuanyuan didn't expect this unforeseen event, the man's hot and gentle kiss on her neck made her somewhat absent-minded for a moment. She hadn't been touched by a man for a long time, she didn't expect that this touch would actually make her whole body tremble, a kind of trembling that came from her soul.
In her life, it could be said that beauty had a short life, because of this world famous beauty, she was coveted by too many men. Because of this, she understood men better than any other woman in the world.
If an ordinary girl encountered this kind of situation, she would only think that the other party was lusting after her heart, but she could feel the other party's tenderness and love for her from this gentle kiss. She could feel that his kiss was only out of appreciation for beautiful things, a natural involuntary feeling, and not out of sensual desire like other men.
In her bumpy life, she had experienced too many men. Whether it was Wu Sangui or Li Zicheng, no matter how modest they appeared to be, as soon as they went to bed, they would reveal an impatient, dirty and ugly appearance, subconsciously they would want to take off her skirt. Who would really take pity on her like that?
No matter how she thought about it, the only person in the world who could love her so much was probably Hu Yizhi of the Three Holy Nunnery. For her, he was willing to transform from a dignified Knife King into an old farmer, weeding weeds and growing vegetables in the Three Holy Nunnery all day for more than ten years. During this period, the two of them had only exchanged twenty or thirty words.
Chen Yuanyuan didn't know his identity until later. Although she was touched, she didn't have any special feelings towards him. In her opinion, there was nothing wrong with being infatuated, but pursuing a partner was not like raising a pet. It was enough as long as he was "good to her". The relationship between a man and a woman was about mutual love, and such love required a certain personality trait that the other party could appreciate and rely on.
But unfortunately, there was nothing on Hu Yizhi that Chen Yuanyuan appreciated.
When Chen Yuanyuan was a teenager, she was the most beautiful woman in Qinhuai. What kind of pursuers had she not seen? Like Hu Yizhi, who was infatuated, she didn't know how many of them she had seen. These people didn't treat her as a woman, but rather as a high and mighty goddess.
Although Chen Yuanyuan also enjoyed this kind of feeling, enjoyment was one thing. The unequal status between the two of them at the beginning doomed her to not have any special feelings for this type of pursuer. In her heart, the status of people like Hu Yizhi was not even as important as Wu Sangui or Li Zicheng.
However, Chen Yuanyuan didn't have much feelings for Wu Sangui and Li Zicheng. After all, the two of them only regarded her as a beautiful plaything.
These years, Chen Yuanyuan had been living alone, in the dead of night, she would often feel sorry for herself. The men she knew in this life were more than the men an ordinary woman would know in ten lifetimes, but she didn't have a partner who could truly be with her. It could be said that this was the biggest regret of her life.
But she didn't know why, being kissed by this mysterious young man made her feel like her whole body was electrocuted. Her heart was beating faster. She was shy and also a little scared. How could she have this kind of feeling towards this perverted thief!
"Maybe it's an illusion when I'm about to die." Chen Yuanyuan's chest became more and more stuffy. She only felt pain all over her body.
Sensing her strangeness, Song Qingshu no longer teased her. He helped her up and gently placed her on the bed. He held her hand and felt her pulse. He couldn't help but frown. Just now, although Huang Chang used the Hitting the Bull through the Mountain, there was still a small part of the force left in Chen Yuanyuan's body. Fortunately, the power of the Great Subduing Devil Fist was dissolved by his own body. Otherwise, this peerless beauty would have already died. But even so, Huang Chang's hundred years of cultivation was amazing. How could Chen Yuanyuan's delicate body bear it? She only had half a life left.
"Am I about to die?" Looking at the man sitting on the bed with a dignified aura, Chen Yuanyuan really couldn't connect him with the perverted thief who bullied her and her mother that night.
Song Qingshu sighed: "You are indeed seriously injured. Even if the Imperial Hospital comes, I'm afraid they won't be able to do anything."
"So it's like that." Chen Yuanyuan's eyes were calm, as if she had already mentally prepared herself, "In any case, a femme fatale like me should have died long ago."
Sensing her pulse was getting weaker and weaker, Song Qingshu knew that she had given up her will to live. He couldn't help but be angry and anxious: "I haven't finished speaking. The Imperial Hospital can't save you, but that doesn't mean I can't save you."
Chen Yuanyuan only thought that he was comforting her, so she didn't mind. Her pair of beautiful eyes quietly looked at him: "Can you promise me one thing?"
"Say it, whether you agree or not depends on my mood." Song Qingshu used his Zhen Qi to check her body's injuries as he lightly replied.
Chen Yuanyuan was startled. It must be known that since she was a teenager, all the men she met were obedient to her. Even if she met one or two who pretended to be cold and arrogant, they wouldn't refuse her when she begged so softly. How could they be like this man?
"Can you take off your mask and let me see?" Perhaps the other party's previous attitude made her expect that she would be rejected. When Chen Yuanyuan said this, not only did she pay attention to the softness of her tone, but she also blinked her pair of watery eyes, as if they could speak, constantly conveying her pleading meaning.
"Are you seducing me?" Noticing her expression, a trace of a smile appeared in Song Qingshu's eyes.
Chen Yuanyuan's white jade-like cheeks instantly blushed. Ever since she left Qinhuai River, she had not deliberately used these little tricks to display her charm for decades. She didn't expect that she would take the initiative to use it on a young man today, but she also didn't expect to receive such a reply.
"I'm afraid that he really isn't a real man like I guessed before." A thought suddenly appeared in Chen Yuanyuan's mind. While she was glad, there was a trace of inexplicable regret in her heart. It wasn't easy for her to meet a man whose soul was compatible with hers, but who knew that the other party was actually not a man.
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