"This little girl …" Thinking of Wanyan Zhongjie's shy and nervous expression as she left, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. It was no wonder that when he asked her what she wanted, she clenched her teeth and refused to say a word. How could she open her mouth when it came to this kind of thing?
Song Qingshu lifted the bed curtains and sat on the bed. He began to ponder, "Should I eat the meat that's already been delivered to my mouth?"
He had always thought that Pucha Alihu was setting up a Hongmen Banquet, but now it turned out to be a honey trap. He didn't know if he should advance or retreat. Especially when he thought of Wanyan Zhongjie's stunning beauty that could topple cities, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel his heart heat up. He couldn't deny that this little girl was a source of calamity, a femme fatale that could make any man's heart beat faster.
However, Song Qingshu shook his head and suppressed the impulse in his heart. This kind of muddled situation was like child's play. There was still a long way to go if he wanted to obtain Wanyan Zhongjie. There was no need to be so impatient. It was better to simmer the sweetest fruit slowly.
"That … I'll go back first …" Song Qingshu was about to get up, but the young girl who had been observing him from the bed became anxious. She immediately sat up and stretched out her slender arms to wrap around him.
"Don't go …" The young girl's voice trembled violently. It was obvious that she was extremely afraid. Even her voice had changed a little.
Song Qingshu could keenly sense the young girl's delicate and warm body behind him. At this moment, she wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing!
Tonight's banquet was attended by two beautiful women, one big and one small. Song Qingshu didn't deliberately use his internal energy to force himself to drink. After the mother and daughter took turns to coax him to drink, he was already fifty to sixty percent tipsy. When he was stimulated by the young girl's warm and smooth skin, the desire that he had been suppressing exploded out with a bang.
"Forget it, I can't be bothered to simmer it slowly." This thought flashed through Song Qingshu's mind. He turned around and hugged the young girl's smooth, jade-like body and fell down.
The girl seemed to be shy as she pulled the blanket over the two of them. Song Qingshu was startled, but he couldn't care less at this moment …
After a deliberately suppressed cry, Song Qingshu's expression changed, and his heart instantly became unbearably agitated, because with his rich experience, he could sense that the young girl was not a virgin!
He had always doted on Wanyan Chongjie. On one hand, it was because of her beauty. On the other hand, it was because of her charming personality. On the other hand, it was because of her flawless purity.
Pucha Alihu might not be a good mother. Over the years, she had been involved with many nobles in the capital, but she had always protected her daughter very well. She was so good that she was as pure as a white flower in this big dye vat.
Although Song Qingshu didn't have many intimate interactions with Wanyan Chongjie, in his heart, he had already regarded her as his exclusive property. Now that he found out that she had been taken by another man, how could he not be angry?
He didn't continue to move. Instead, he lifted the blanket and coldly stared at the young girl beneath him. There was no light in the room, so the first thing he saw in the darkness was the girl's eyes. They were like a pool of sparkling spring water, clear and transparent, lovely and moving. Unfortunately, Song Qingshu didn't have any tenderness for the fairer sex. He was just about to vent his anger.
Suddenly, his expression froze. He realized that the person in front of him wasn't the Wanyan Chongjie he had imagined, but another young girl, another young girl that he also knew.
Although there were no candles in the room, with Song Qingshu's current cultivation, he could clearly see the young girl's appearance in the faint moonlight.
The lines of her face were soft and beautiful, and she had a bright red and tender cherry mouth. Every inch of her exposed skin was sparkling and translucent, as if carved from jade. Because of what had just happened, her eyes clearly revealed a trace of shyness. There was an indescribable fear and weakness on her pretty face, making people want to love and protect her.
"Pucha Qiucao?" Song Qingshu recognized her identity. Of course, she wasn't a virgin. On the way to the Chongyang Sect, she had been tricked by Taitish and placed on his bed by him, and by a freak combination of factors, she had lost her virginity.
After all this time, it turned out that he had cuckolded himself?
Song Qingshu's expression immediately became very interesting. He rejoiced and was especially angry. He immediately shouted, "Alihu, what the hell are you doing? Get in here!"
This was a sound wave formed by his inner force. He had already sensed that Pucha Alihu was in a nearby room, so this angry roar was equivalent to a fixed point projection. He didn't have to worry about alerting the others in the residence.
Very soon, Pucha Alihu came in with a smile and a lamp in her hand. "What orders does the Marshal have?" Perhaps because she knew that this matter wasn't right, she didn't bring Wanyan Zhongjie with her. She was worried that he would vent his anger on her daughter.
Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and pinched the air. The flame of the oil lamp in Pucha Alihu's hand was directly sucked into his fingertips. Then, with a flick of his fingers, the flame split into several parts and shot towards the red candles in the room. The red candles were quickly lit, and the room was once again restored to light.
If a senior monk from the Shaolin Temple were here, he would definitely be dumbfounded. That move just now seemed to have combined the essence of the Flower-Pinching Finger and the Multi-Layered Leaf Finger. Its degree of subtlety far surpassed those two supreme techniques. It was truly a marvelous skill.
Pucha Alihu's red lips were wide open. Even Pucha Qiucao, who had kept her head down all this time, raised her head in astonishment. However, after the initial shock, she quickly lowered her head again. She silently covered her chest with the blanket and knelt on the bed.
Song Qingshu pointed at Pucha Qiucao and glared angrily at Pucha Alihu. "What the hell is going on?" How could he not be angry? After all, Pucha Qiucao was Yang Guo's fiancée in the Jin Kingdom. In the end, they ended up having an affair due to a freak combination of factors. He was already very vexed. In the end, he could only use the Soul Transfer Technique to erase her memory and reluctantly let the matter go.
Who knew that this would happen again today? Why was Pucha Qiucao so unlucky? Every time she was carelessly robbed of her chastity by a man in the dark. Was it because she didn't have a name and was lacking in the five elements …
What was even more annoying was that she was Yang Guo's fiancée. He was already very apologetic for snatching Xiao Long Nu from his hands, so he didn't want to be involved with this fiancée at all.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished. He actually had an affair with her twice in a row. At this point, he couldn't pretend to be deaf and mute like before and erase her memory. He just treated it as a one-night stand from his previous life.
How could he not be angry when he thought of the troublesome things that would follow? He had carefully guarded himself for half a day, but in the end, he was still tricked by Pucha Alihu.
As his martial arts cultivation and status grew higher and higher, his self-restraint could be said to be able to remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. He rarely showed any expression of losing his composure, but this time, he really couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Marshal, don't worry. Qiucao did it willingly," Pucha Alihu said calmly as he watched the man in front of him fly into a rage.
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