Hearing his words, Lu Wushuang's body trembled. Her heart was filled with fear and anticipation.
Song Qingshu hugged Lu Wushuang from behind and pressed her against the wall of the bathtub. He gently breathed into her ear, "Have you thought about me during this period of time?"
"Yes ~" Feeling the man's hot breath behind her, Lu Wushuang's voice trembled. She did not know what was going on with her. She felt that she had carelessly given her body to this man.
"Actually, I am very curious. Why did you do that last time? Do you really love me?" Song Qingshu's fingers caressed her tender skin as he slowly asked.
"I …" Lu Wushuang opened her mouth but could not say the word 'love'. Her eyes flashed with confusion. Do I really love this man?
When she thought of this question, Yang Guo's face suddenly appeared in her mind. She could not help but become absent-minded, "Sha Dan ~"
"Do you like brother Yang more?" Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows and revealed a playful expression.
"No, it's not that, it's just that …" Lu Wushuang hurriedly explained. In this world, women were in an extremely weak position. Under the oppression of all kinds of etiquette, many things have been engraved into their bones. Now that she was already Song Qingshu's woman, she was thinking of other men. In this world, she was an existence that was spurned.
Unfortunately, when she opened her mouth, she did not know how to explain. Tears gradually welled up in her eyes. If not for the fact that there was no possibility between her and Yang Guo, she would not have done that in the stream outside the city.
"Seeing Yang Guo is enough to ruin your whole life. You truly live up to your reputation." Seeing Lu Wushuang's nervous expression, Song Qingshu smiled, "Wushuang, you don't need to be nervous. I have seen many women who adore him. You are not the first, nor will you be the last."
He wondered how Lu Wushuang would react if she knew that her fiancée had been taken to bed by him.
Thinking of Pu Cha Qiu Cao, Song Qingshu felt somewhat apologetic. After all, it was not his wish. If there was someone to blame, it was Taj-tish's fault. Although it was unintentional, it was a fact that he had hurt her. He did not know if the Soul Transfer Technique had completely made her forget that matter. After returning to the Jin Kingdom, he had to make up for it.
While he was lost in thought, Lu Wushuang faintly said, "Song … brother Song, ever since you cooled me with that thing, your figure would appear in my mind every day. I would even dream of you at night. As for what happened in the stream, I don't know what happened either …"
Song QingShu suddenly understood, this world was so conservative, when he had helped Lu Wushuang lower her body temperature, their skin contact was so intense, normal girls would not have treated it as nothing had happened, and from then on, he had appeared in their hearts.
"I wonder if Huang Rong has the same effect?" Thinking about how he touched Huang Rong's skin more than Lu Wushuang's, Song Qingshu could not help but feel excited.
But thinking about it again, Huang Rong was not an inexperienced girl. Her mentality was definitely stronger than Lu Wushuang's. Moreover, she was so intelligent. It would be easy for her to sever her emotions.
Sighing inwardly, Song Qingshu stroked Lu Wushuang's soft hair. "To tell you the truth, I was also shocked by you in the stream."
Lu Wushuang's face turned red. She looked back at him with some bitterness. "Brother Song, you are not a good person. I was impulsive at that time. In the end, you did not even refuse. You did not even give me a chance to regret …"
Song Qingshu laughed. "In that situation, a beautiful girl threw herself at me. If I refused, I would not be a man."
Lu Wushuang's small mouth curled up. She said with some dissatisfaction, "Then if it was any other girl, you would not have refused?"
Song QingShu's expression changed, and he replied in all seriousness, "Of course not!" But in the next moment, he laughed, "At the very least, it has to be at the same level as your cousin."
"You actually have ideas about my cousin!" Lu Wushuang was so angry that she was going crazy. She opened her small mouth and bit him a few times.
After the two of them played around for a while, Lu Wushuang suddenly sighed. "Brother Song, I feel that you are only interested in my body. You do not really like me."
Song Qingshu reached out and lifted her chin. "Aren't you the same?"
Lu Wushuang subconsciously wanted to refute him. She opened her mouth but did not know what to say. Now that she thought about it, when they first got together in the stream, it was probably because of her body's instinctive attraction. But what about the yearning that followed?
Thinking of this, she could not help but feel wronged. Her eyes gradually filled with tears and involuntarily fell.
"Silly girl, don't you think that I am now the Prince of Qi? Those princes and nobles in Lin 'an have sent me countless beautiful women, but have I looked at them? If I didn't like them, why would I do such a thing to you? "Song Qingshu comforted her while wiping the tears on her cheeks.
"Really?" Lu Wushuang blinked her eyes and asked with some joy.
"Of course," Song Qingshu said with a smile. "But what you said is also reasonable. Although we have a good impression of each other, it has not risen to the level of deep love. But I have a fast way to promote the love between us."
"What way?" Lu Wushuang asked.
"Do you know what is love?" Song Qingshu's smile became a little playful.
"You are so annoying." Although Lu Wushuang was a little girl, she was influenced by the big family and would always know some things.
"There's a saying that says love isn't something you can say, it's something you can do." Song Qingshu gently lifted her butt and pressed it tightly. "Let's create love together."
Lu Wushuang shivered, and her skin was dyed with a layer of red. She reached out to put the silk handkerchief in her mouth.
Who knew that Song Qingshu snatched it away. "Don't use this, I like to see you grit your teeth and bear it." Compared to the mature and charming style of the young woman, the young girl grit her teeth and bear it was equally attractive.
"If someone heard it, it would be terrible." The voice coming from Lu Wushuang's throat was mixed with a hint of sweetness.
"Don't worry, if someone approaches, I will warn in advance." Song Qingshu paused and kissed her earlobe. "Of course, don't make too much noise. Otherwise, if the entire Lu mansion heard it, I can't do anything."
"Bad guy." Lu Wushuang snorted and closed her eyes in embarrassment.
… …
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu carried Lu Wushuang out of the bathtub. He picked up the clothes on the side and tied her wrists to the bed. Then he covered her eyes with a silk handkerchief.
"Brother Song, what are you doing?" Her movements were restricted, and she couldn't see anything. Lu Wushuang couldn't help but panic.
Song Qingshu moved closer to her ear and whispered. Lu Wushuang's heart trembled and she murmured, "Brother Song, you are so bad."
… …
The next day, when it was almost noon, Lu Wushuang slowly woke up. Because she was frightened last night, she deliberately ordered the servants not to disturb her and let her sleep a little longer. So, no one came in until now. Otherwise, if they saw her like this, the entire Lu mansion would be in chaos.
She pulled off the silk handkerchief covering her eyes and found that the man beside her was gone. She couldn't help but sigh.
She vaguely remembered Song Qingshu saying goodbye to her at dawn. Unfortunately, her body was too tired at that time and she could only respond before falling asleep again.
"Really, why did you leave in such a hurry." Lu Wushuang pouted and snorted with dissatisfaction.
But when she saw the messy bed sheets and the silk handkerchief tied to her wrists, her face couldn't help but blush. Last night, her hands were tied and her eyes were covered with the silk handkerchief. Her body was many times more sensitive than usual. Every movement of the other party could cause her soul to tremble.
Touching her burning face, Lu Wushuang couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Feeling the strong love in her heart, her eyes revealed a trace of surprise, "Brother Song really didn't lie to me …"
Song Qingshu was in a hurry to return to the north. Plus, last night, he found out that Lu Wushuang was going to meet up with Cheng Ying. So, he said goodbye to her early in the morning.
The evil fire that was ignited by Huang Rong was completely released. Today, he immediately felt refreshed. Especially since Lu Wushuang was a young girl, her pure Yin Qi was extremely dense, causing his internal energy to be much purer.
"It seems that the famous female protagonists in the Golden Book have gathered the essence of heaven and earth. Each one of them is of such high quality." Song Qingshu secretly sighed in admiration. He was afraid that the seniors of the Tantric Buddhism who practiced the Joyous Dhyana did not have such good luck as he did. That was why they often went berserk.
Thinking of Lu Wushuang's gentle and moving appearance last night, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a sense of pity. He thought that he had to find an opportunity to give her a status. He couldn't follow Duan Zheng Chun's example and abandon her.
Song Qingshu went all the way to the north. Because he heard about Murong Jingyue, he didn't directly return to the Jin Kingdom. Instead, he went to Yangzhou to find Zhao Min.
After a few days, he finally arrived at Yangzhou. Seeing that Yangzhou had returned to its former prosperity, he couldn't help but secretly praise Zhou Zhiruo's ability. Although she didn't have much experience, she was still able to manage this place in an orderly manner. He just didn't know how much of it was thanks to Zhao Min.
"I wonder how the two of them have been getting along." Arriving at the Yangzhou City Guard Office, Song Qingshu found out that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min were there. He stopped the soldiers from going in to inform them and walked straight in, wanting to give them a surprise.
Before he reached the office, he faintly heard quarreling voices coming from the study room, "Hey, your imagination is really poor. It's just like your breasts."
Song Qingshu was startled. He could tell that it was Zhao Min's voice. He couldn't help but not know whether to laugh or cry. Although Zhou Zhiruo's breasts weren't big, they were at least B- to C. It had nothing to do with flat breasts.
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