Song Qingshu was very surprised. He didn't expect Huang Rong to ask such a question. He couldn't help but laugh. "Rong 'er, aren't you afraid of polluting your ears?"
Huang Rong regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. Her heart was thumping nervously. Hearing Song Qingshu's teasing, she subconsciously turned her back and snorted guiltily. "If you don't want to say it, then forget it."
Song Qingshu leaned over from behind and whispered in Huang Rong's ear. "Rong 'er, since you asked, how can I be so cruel? I can't even satisfy your little curiosity."
Huang Rong could faintly feel the heat of Song Qingshu's breath on her neck. Her whole body suddenly stiffened. Although she didn't look back, she could still feel that Song Qingshu was very, very close to her. That faint sense of oppression made her heart tremble.
Huang Rong subconsciously looked at Guo Jing, who was not far away. Seeing that he was still snoring, she didn't know why, but instead let out a sigh of relief. "Don't be like this. Brother Jing is still there!"
"I didn't do anything." The smile in Song Qingshu's voice became even stronger. "Speaking of which, I'm really curious. Why wasn't your first reaction to avoid me, but to see if I woke up your husband?"
Huang Rong seemed to wake up from a dream. She let out a low cry and hurriedly dodged to the side. She didn't expect that Song Qingshu's hands would press down on her shoulders. A strong force passed through her, and she could no longer move.
"What do you want?" Huang Rong was really a little panicked. Her eyes kept glancing at Guo Jing. On one hand, she was worried that Guo Jing would find out something. On the other hand, she was hesitant to call her husband for help.
Huang Rong was a very smart woman. If it wasn't for the accident that happened last night, she wouldn't have hesitated at all. But the tragedy was that it happened last night!
Compared to what happened last night, even if Song Qingshu took advantage of her today, it would not be a big deal. Instead, it would alarm her husband. If Song Qingshu was forced to kill her to silence her …
Huang Rong shuddered at the thought of the possible consequences. Under normal circumstances, she and her husband would not be afraid of each other. But now, Brother Jing was seriously injured and could not use his martial arts. Although her Dog Beating Stick Technique was not bad, in front of Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu could subdue her with one hand.
Huang Rong had completely lost confidence in her own strength when she thought about how she had tried to resist last night, only to be pinned down by him and unable to resist at all.
Now, Huang Rong was like a buyer who accidentally paid in full in advance. As for whether the seller would honor the contract and deliver the goods, she had no idea at all. Having lost the bargaining power, she could only carefully cooperate with the other party in case the other party turned hostile.
"I have to leave with Brother Jing as soon as possible!"
Huang Rong secretly made up her mind. In fact, she had wanted Guo Jing to rest here at first, but now she had completely thought it through. Although the Jin people were hateful, the Song people were not much better. If they continued to stay here, who knew what would happen.
"Don't worry, Hero Guo has been tortured by the Jin people for the past two days and has exhausted his mind. In addition, the medicine he just took has calming ingredients, so he won't wake up so easily." Song Qingshu continued to speak in her ear.
Hearing this result, Huang Rong's mood was very complicated. She did not know whether to be happy or unhappy. She subconsciously twisted her body and said, "Let me go."
"Rong 'er, aren't you curious about the private matters between me and Mrs. Tang? Why, don't you want to hear it?" Song Qingshu had an inexplicable smile on his face.
"Who cares if you say it or not?" Although Huang Rong said that she did not care, her body no longer struggled. Instead, she stood there quietly, pricking up her ears and waiting for Song Qingshu to continue.
"Mrs. Tang is a wonderful woman. Her body is plump and graceful, her skin is smooth and tender, and her face is charming. Every time I make out with her, I am very happy."
Seeing the expression on Song Qingshu's face, Huang Rong blushed and secretly spat. How shameless!
"Rong 'er, do you know what I like most about her?" Song Qingshu suddenly asked.
"How would I know?" Huang Rong snorted, but her mind could not help but think of Mrs. Tang's surging breasts and her pair of white long legs. It should be these two, she added in her heart.
"You must think that I like her breasts or legs more," Song Qingshu seemed to be able to read her mind and continued, "But you guessed wrong. What I like most is actually her identity."
"Her identity?" Huang Rong was confused. What was so special about her identity?
"Yes, she is someone else's wife!" An inexplicable spark flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes. "Because she is someone else's wife, every time I see her under me with a sweet and happy expression on her face, I have a great sense of conquest and satisfaction. That is what I like most about her."
"You are such a pervert!" Huang Rong's mouth was wide open, obviously extremely shocked.
"Pervert?" Song Qingshu shrugged. "It is just a harmless little hobby."
Huang Rong's heart was pounding. She finally understood why the other party had been obsessed with a married woman like her. It turned out that there was such a relationship between them!
The topic that the two had talked about before was a bit explicit, but no one had ever said such things in front of Huang Rong before. Therefore, she was ashamed and angry, but at the same time, she had a novel feeling of touching a taboo.
"You have talked about so much, but you still haven't told me which time Mrs. Tang made you happiest." This was something that Huang Rong didn't even dare to think about, let alone take the initiative to ask a man who was not her husband. But in the end, she couldn't help but ask.
Song Qingshu smiled, which made Huang Rong a little flustered. "Rong'er, why are you so curious about this?"
"I am just curious. It is none of your business." Huang Rong responded guiltily. She couldn't tell him that she actually wanted to hear that answer.
"But it is too much of a loss for me to reveal such a private question." Song Qingshu touched his chin and looked hesitant.
"Then how do you feel that you are not at a disadvantage?" Huang Rong felt that she was getting bolder and bolder. She gradually put aside some of her usual concerns, as if she was communicating with a close friend.
"Well, let's play a game of truth or dare," Song Qingshu suddenly said.
"What is truth or dare?" Huang Rong's pair of beautiful eyes were sparkling. Everything was difficult at the beginning. Once there was a beginning, the rest would be natural. At first, she felt that it was too embarrassing to talk about this topic with another man. But after talking for a while, she found that not only was she not disgusted by it, but she also ignited the fire of gossip.
"As the name suggests, it is a combination of truth and dare." Song Qingshu seemed to have returned to the time when he met with friends in his previous life. "We take turns to ask each other a question. If the other person chooses truth, you must answer truthfully. If the question makes you feel awkward, you can also choose dare. Dare is to do one thing according to the other person's request."
Huang Rong was very smart. Although she had never come into contact with this concept, she understood the whole process from a few words from Song Qingshu.
"I don't want to play this game. It is obviously more disadvantageous for women," Huang Rong said with a red face.
"What disadvantage?" Song Qingshu said disapprovingly. "If you are worried that you will be at a disadvantage in dare, then you can choose to answer the question. I won't force you."
Huang Rong showed a trace of interest. She was proud of her intelligence. She thought that with her reaction speed, she could easily make up a lie. Naturally, there was no need for her to do dare.
"Okay, but I have to ask first." Huang Rong raised her chin. At that moment, it was as if she had returned to her youth.
"Of course, ladies first." Song Qingshu replied with a smile.
Huang Rong was about to speak when she suddenly glanced at Guo Jing, who was not far away. She hesitantly said, "Let's go outside so we don't disturb Brother Jing's rest."
"That's exactly what I wanted." Song Qingshu's answer almost made Huang Rong jump.
Lowering the curtain, the two of them went outside. Song Qingshu poured two cups of tea. With a wave of his sleeve, the teacups were steadily moved in front of Huang Rong.
Huang Rong was already used to his kung fu, so she didn't react much. She just picked up a stool and sat on the other side of the table.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you sitting so far away? I'm not going to eat you. "
Huang Rong smiled sweetly. "I think it's better to stay far away from you. Can we start now?"
Song Qingshu nodded. "Ask away."
"I've already asked the question." Huang Rong pursed her lips, and an inexplicable look flashed in her eyes. "Which time did Mrs. Tang make you happiest?"
Song QingShu looked deeply into her eyes, and when she looked away uncomfortably, he replied, "She makes me very happy every time, but last night, she made me especially happy."
Huang Rong's heart was beating wildly. She deliberately suppressed her emotions and asked expressionlessly, "Why?"
"Is this the second question?" Seeing Huang Rong's angry look, he laughed. "Forget it. I've just started playing, so this question is a bonus."
"Actually, even if I had to say the reason, I wouldn't be able to say it either. Perhaps we usually enjoy more physical pleasure, but last night, she made me experience the feeling of a fusion of spirit and desire. Last night, her breath seemed sweeter than usual, her skin smoother and more supple, and her body more supple … Especially the struggle that she unintentionally revealed, and the purposefully suppressed moans, it was like a young woman from a good family being violated by a big bully. It gave me a different kind of feeling of conquest, it was simply perfect!" Song Qingshu looked into the air, as if recalling the taste of last night.
Song Qingshu didn't notice that with his evaluation, Huang Rong's pretty face became redder and redder. Her hands unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt like a nervous little girl.
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