Zhao Min did not know that this kind of weak and frightened appearance was the most alluring. It provoked Song Qingshu to the point where he was about to explode. His entire body was like a ferocious tiger as he pounced on her with red eyes.
"You're hurting me …" At this moment, Zhao Min did not have the slightest bit of her usual high-spirited demeanor. She was as delicate and timid as a young lady from a wealthy family who had never stepped out of the gates of Jiangnan.
Seeing her tightly furrowed brows, Song Qingshu lowered his head and said somewhat hoarsely, "Don't worry, it won't hurt that much. It'll be over soon."
Zhao Min bit her red lips and stared at him hatefully, "Our Young Master Song is a playboy. Of course you're experienced in this area!"
Song Qingshu smiled embarrassedly. He knew that this was the most important moment of a young girl's life, so it was inevitable that she would be more sensitive than usual. It was best not to explain anything at this time, lest it made things worse.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Zhao Min became angrier the more she thought about it. She raised her head and ruthlessly bit his shoulder.
"Ah!" Song Qingshu felt pain and subconsciously sank.
"Ah!" This time, it was Zhao Min's turn to cry out in surprise. Tears came out of her eyes as she patted the chest of the man on top of her and cried, "You bastard, you lied to me. Who said it didn't hurt!"
"It'll be over soon." At this moment, Song Qingshu's eyes were full of smiles. Looking at the beautiful woman in tears, his chest was filled with great happiness and a sense of conquest. When he had first transmigrated to this world, he had been attracted by Princess Shao Min's incomparably tender beauty. However, at that time, he was in a precarious situation and had no time to think about other things.
At that time, Zhao Min was high and mighty. How could she care about him when he was in the mud? The reason why she remembered him was probably because of Zhou Zhiruo.
But he did not expect that in just a few years, he would make her willingly lie down on him and completely possess her …
"What are you laughing at? You're definitely up to no good right now!" Zhao Min was already in pain. When she saw the man's expression, she was so angry that she pinched his waist.
"I'm thinking about the scene at the Lion Slaying Convention. Back then, the princess was radiant and glorious, but I had all my meridians broken, and I was despised by the world. I'm afraid the princess didn't even look me in the eye." Song Qingshu didn't hide it from her and told her what he was thinking.
Zhao Min was smart and instantly guessed his mood at the moment. She couldn't help but glare at him hatefully. "Back then, I found out that you looked at me with evil intentions. Now that you finally got what you wanted, aren't you very proud?" Thinking back to the situation in the past, Zhao Min could still vaguely remember the uncomfortable feeling when she was stared at by his burning gaze. She didn't expect that in just a few years, she would be lying on the same bed with him.
"Of course I am!" Song Qingshu didn't hide the joy in his heart at all. He almost danced with joy. However, he was immediately held back by Zhao Min. "Don't move, it hurts ~"
"Relax, you'll get used to it soon." Seeing her holding back her tears, Song Qingshu felt pity and hurriedly comforted her gently.
"It's easy for you to say." Zhao Min bit her red lips and suddenly frowned. "Did Zhou Zhiruo have such a big reaction back then?"
Song Qingshu couldn't help but be speechless. This Zhao Min wanted to compete with Zhou Zhiruo in everything. The two of them were really born enemies. "Her reaction back then was much bigger than yours."
He thought back to the time when he had taken Zhou Zhiruo because of a misunderstanding. Her cold, murderous gaze was still fresh in his memory.
"You're not allowed to think about her at this time!" Noticing the change in Song Qingshu's expression, Zhao Min was a little dissatisfied.
Song Qingshu was stunned. "Didn't you mention her first?"
Zhao Min snorted. "I mentioned her, but you're not allowed to think about her, especially at this time."
Seeing her righteous look, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be speechless. However, he quickly came to his senses. Women were all mouths. How could he win against her in an argument?
Seeing her proud look, Song Qingshu decided to use another method to get back at her. He chuckled and pressed his whole body on her again.
"Go away … Aiya … Get out ~"
…
The red candles in the room flickered and turned red. Zhao Min's bright and alluring mouth opened slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Qingshu's voice came from under the blanket. "I'm familiarizing myself with the meridians in your body. Next, I'll help you get rid of the Three Corpses Brain God Pill in your brain."
"I don't want to," Zhao Min replied lazily as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Because her skin was covered in a layer of fine sweat, a lot of her hair stuck to her face. She had to pull her hair back a few times before she could push her hair back. "Don't think about those things that spoil the mood today."
"Is that so …" Song Qingshu pondered for a moment. He really needed to familiarize himself with Zhao Min's body before he could be more confident. Today was indeed not a good time to get rid of the poison. "Since that's the case, why don't we do it again?"
"How many times did you and Zhou Zhiruo do it?" Zhao Min stared at him with a pair of charming big eyes. There was a glimmer in her eyes, which was different from usual.
Song Qingshu stretched out a few fingers in front of her. Zhao Min's delicate red lips suddenly opened so wide that an egg could be stuffed in it. "How is that possible? Is she made of iron?"
At this time, her whole body was limp and she didn't even want to move a finger. How could she not be surprised when she heard that Zhou Zhiruo actually persisted so many times?
Song Qingshu's face turned red. It was not convenient for him to explain the reason. Back then, he was seriously injured and his body was extremely weak. How could he compare to the vigor of a dragon and a tiger now? Especially after practicing the Blissful Zen, his Yuan Qi was even more consolidated. If he wanted to, he could even lock himself up for a whole night.
Although there were many times that night, it might not be as many as one time today. However, how could he tell this to Zhao Min?
"Are you lying to me?" Zhao Min looked suspicious. After all, in her opinion, she grew up in Mongolia. No matter what, her physique should be better than Zhou Zhiruo, who was a girl from Jiangnan. However, she immediately thought that Zhou Zhiruo seemed to practice the Nine Yin Sutra and her internal energy was much higher than hers. Maybe this was the reason why the two of them were different.
However, she had always been unwilling to admit defeat. She bit her lips and looked at Song Qingshu. "Again!" Firstly, she didn't believe that she would lose to Zhou Zhiruo. Secondly, after experiencing the pain at the beginning, she was somewhat looking forward to the rising to the sky like water and milk.
Since the beauty invited him, Song Qingshu wouldn't be polite. Gradually, the room was filled with a heart-stirring celestial music.
…
Suddenly, Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed. He suddenly looked out of the window. Then, the window shattered inch by inch, and a black shadow rushed in. A snow-white sword light instantly suppressed the candlelight in the room. At the same time, it was accompanied by a delicate shout. "Die, fatuous ruler!"
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