Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Huang Rong blushed and reached out to take it back. "I'm going to throw it away."
However, Song Qingshu moved faster. He put the oyster behind him and said with a smile, "It's a pity to throw away such a good thing."
"It's not what you think." Huang Rong was about to cry. She was chatting with her father and cooking with a heavy heart. She took some ingredients and didn't expect there to be such a big misunderstanding.
"I know you don't mean that. I'm just teasing you." Song Qingshu dodged and picked up a piece to eat. "Well, it's fresh and tender. It's really the best."
Huang Rong tried several times but couldn't take the oyster back from his hand. She could only give up and sulk at the table.
Song Qingshu stopped teasing her and sat down at the table again. "Rong 'er, let's eat together."
"Eat your head!" Huang Rong glared at him. "I'm not hungry. You eat by yourself."
Song Qingshu wanted to tease her a little more, but seeing her unfriendly face, he was worried that he would really annoy her, so he swallowed his words.
He was already a little hungry, so he quickly finished the seafood on the table. "It's really a blessing to be born by the sea. People on the mainland don't have such good food." It was difficult for him to eat such fresh seafood in the Jin Kingdom's palace. After all, there were no refrigerators or quick-freezing technology in this world. Long-distance transportation of seafood was a huge problem.
"Yes, I haven't been back to Peach Blossom Island for so many years. I miss life on the island," Huang Rong said sincerely. Huang Rong said from the bottom of her heart. After all, compared to the chaos of war in Xiangyang, Peach Blossom Island had more beautiful memories.
The two of them continued to chat for a while, and Huang Rong couldn't help yawning again. She felt strange in her heart. Just now, she was obviously very sleepy, but she couldn't sleep. Why did she want to sleep now that she found him?
Song Qingshu also saw her fatigue. "You've been busy the whole day, and you went to cook so many dishes. You must be tired. Go and rest early."
"Oh ~" Huang Rong responded, but she didn't move. "Then where are you going?"
"Of course I'll continue to stay under the windowsill. Now that I'm full, I have more energy to resist the wind and rain." Song Qingshu smiled nonchalantly.
However, Huang Rong instantly saw through his intentions. "You don't have to pretend to be pitiful. Aren't you just trying to make me feel compassionate and let you stay in the room?"
Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly. "It's so stormy outside. It would be best if Rong 'er could keep me in the house."
Huang Rong blushed and did not speak for a long time. Just when Song Qingshu thought it was over, she suddenly said in a low voice, "Then you sleep on the floor."
After saying that, she got onto the bed and lay down with her clothes on, leaving only her back view for him to see.
Song Qingshu was startled at first, then overjoyed. "Thank you, Rong 'er ~"
Huang Rong snorted and ignored him.
After the initial joy, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a headache. "Do you have any extra blankets or something?"
"No." Huang Rong answered rather stiffly.
Song Qingshu looked at the cold floor and wondered if he really had to sleep on the floor for the whole night. After hesitating for a moment, he finally made up his mind and jumped directly onto the bed.
"What are you doing!" Huang Rong was frightened by him and asked in a panic.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to offend you." Song Qingshu explained. "The main thing is that I can't sleep on the floor, so I'm borrowing your bed."
Huang Rong was so angry that she laughed. "You're really insatiable. No matter how bad the floor is, it's better than under the windowsill, right? It seems that I'm too softhearted. "
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "As the saying goes, the courageous die from overeating and the timid die from starvation. Now that things have come to this, I can only summon up the courage to try. Rong 'er, since you've decided to be a good person, then you should be a good person until the end. "
"No, this is improper!" Huang Rong sat up with a resolute expression. "Get down."
Song Qingshu said seriously, "Rong 'er, if I really wanted to do anything to you, I had plenty of opportunities along the way. Moreover, with my martial arts, if I wanted to do anything to you now, you wouldn't be able to resist at all. Even if you alerted your father, it would be useless."
"Are you threatening me?" Huang Rong's expression turned cold.
Song Qingshu shook his head. "It's not a threat. I just want to make it clear to you that I have no evil intentions towards you, and I promise that I won't do anything to offend you."
Huang Rong's expression changed several times. It was obvious that she was in a fierce psychological struggle. On one hand, she knew that he was not lying, but on the other hand, as a woman, it was difficult for her to accept his request.
Song Qingshu suddenly revealed a bright smile. "If you still don't believe me, you can look at how pure and innocent my expression is right now. You'll know what a bright and great person I am."
Huang Rong's tensed face could no longer hold back. She burst out laughing. "It's rare to see someone as thick-skinned as you."
"Then you agree." Song Qingshu said happily.
Huang Rong directly turned her back to him, no longer speaking.
Song Qingshu knew that she was thin-skinned and didn't want to admit it, so he tactfully didn't pursue the matter.
After a while, Huang Rong finally felt that something was wrong. "I'll say the ugly words first. I have a knife on me. When the time comes, you can come and cut off my hand and cut off my foot!"
Although she knew that there was a difference in martial arts between them, such a threat was somewhat powerless, she still wanted to clearly express her attitude.
Seeing that Song Qingshu didn't answer, Huang Rong frowned. She turned around and was about to explode, but who knew that she would hear him snoring lightly.
"Your acting is quite good." Huang Rong curled her lips. With her intelligence, she naturally didn't believe that Song Qingshu would fall asleep so quickly. But she also understood that he deliberately made a gesture to reassure her.
If it were before, she would never agree to let Song Qingshu come to bed. But this time from Lin 'an to Peach Blossom Island, the time they spent together and the conversation along the way made her understand his heart. She knew that although he was a little romantic, he was not such an unscrupulous villain. In particular, some of Song Qingshu's knowledge and speech from the later generations made her admire him very much.
At first, she still braced herself against him, worried that he would do something wrong. But soon she felt that her eyelids were heavy, and she became more and more sleepy.
"I can't sleep, I can't sleep." Huang Rong kept telling herself.
"But his breathing has stabilized. He must have fallen asleep?" At this time, another voice sounded in her mind.
In this dilemma, she finally couldn't stand it and fell asleep.
After a long time, Huang Rong suddenly felt something in her heart. She opened her eyes and looked to the side. She saw Song Qingshu's eyes shining in the dark.
"You haven't slept yet?" Huang Rong looked out of the window. The sky was faintly white, which was the time when people slept most soundly.
"I can't sleep." Song Qingshu replied with a smile.
"Oh." Huang Rong didn't know what to say to him.
Suddenly, Song Qingshu asked, "Can I touch the baby in your belly?"
Huang Rong subconsciously wanted to refuse, but she didn't know why she hesitated when she was about to say it. She just said yes imperceptibly.
Seeing that she acquiesced, Song Qingshu reached out and put his hand on her slightly bulging belly. Feeling the heat of his palm, Huang Rong couldn't help but tremble.
"Did he just kick me?" Song Qingshu suddenly looked up in surprise.
Huang Rong snappily smiled and said, "It's only been a few months. How could he kick you?" She had experienced it once and knew that it would be a few months before the child in her belly could kick someone.
"But I can feel him." Song Qingshu gently stroked her belly.
Huang Rong's body stiffened. Although she didn't want to admit it, his hand was very gentle and felt very comfortable. She even hoped that he could touch her like this forever.
After a while, his hand gradually moved up. Her heart was about to jump out of her throat. Now that things had come to this, she couldn't continue to pretend that she didn't know. She grabbed his hand and bit her lip, saying angrily, "You promised before that you wouldn't offend me."
"If you didn't want to, of course it was an offense. If you are willing, then it naturally isn't an offense." Song Qingshu smiled like an old fox.
Huang Rong opened her mouth. She clearly knew that this wouldn't do, but she didn't know why she couldn't refuse.
Seeing that she acquiesced, Song Qingshu took advantage of the situation and pressed his whole body against hers. His other hand also reached over and pulled her into his embrace.
Huang Rong couldn't help but admit that his hand seemed to have some kind of supreme magic. Soon, her breathing quickened and her body gradually became weak.
"This won't do …" Her remaining rationality made her want to push him away, but when she touched his hot body, she was touched by something that made her heart palpitate.
"Why not ~" Song Qingshu moved closer to her ear and said gently.
The ear was a very sensitive place for Huang Rong. Feeling the heat of his breath, her whole body trembled.
"Father said that if I choose Brother Jing, I must completely cut off all ties with Song Qingshu. It seems that it makes sense." Huang Rong recalled her father's warning.
"Let's indulge for the last time. After tonight, we will be strangers." Huang Rong made up her mind. The heavy pressure that had been weighing on her seemed to be swept away.
"I can give it to you, but you have to promise me one thing." Huang Rong pressed against Song Qingshu's chest and noticed the desire in his eyes. Her heart couldn't help but tremble.
"What thing?" Song Qingshu's voice was extremely hoarse.
"After tonight, we will have nothing to do with each other," Huang Rong murmured.
"Okay." Song Qingshu agreed without hesitation.
Seeing that he agreed so quickly, Huang Rong's heart flashed with a hint of disappointment. But because of this, she suddenly felt relieved. If he kept pestering her, she really wouldn't know what to do.
"Don't press against my stomach." Huang Rong suddenly whispered and pushed the man on top of her away.
"Then what should I do?" Song Qingshu clearly didn't have this kind of experience and was at a loss for a moment.
Huang Rong looked at him charmingly, then bit her lip and climbed up to kneel on the bed. She was much bolder than usual, "Like this … Be gentler ~"
The man behind her let out a roar and held onto her waist as he leaned against her …
The man's heavy breathing and the woman's sweet moans quickly rang out in the room. Because she thought that this was the last time she indulged, Huang Rong was no longer restrained by the usual etiquette. She very actively cooperated with the man behind her, constantly making her soul tremble.
"Bastard, how dare you defile my daughter like this!" At this time, the door was suddenly smashed open, followed by Huang Yaoshi's angry roar.
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