Song Qingshu spread out his hands and cried, "I was just trying to get Hero Guo to give up on chopping off his daughter's hand. What else could he have been thinking?"
"You know what you were thinking." Huang Rong snorted coldly.
"Alright, alright, I was just messing with you." Song Qingshu laughed, "You're thinking too much. I just wanted to show Hero Guo that he's interested in Guo Fu. Is he really going to chop off Guo Fu's hand for the sake of me, his savior?"
"What father doesn't love his daughter? Do you really think Hero Guo would be willing to chop off Fu 'er's hand? I gave him a way out. Plus, Yang Guo attacked you this time. All you have to do is say a few words and everything will be over. "
"Besides, I was just putting on a show. Do you really think I'm interested in that stubborn girl? I have so many women around me. I'm afraid that she'll chop me in the middle of the night if I offend her."
"Fu 'er isn't as stubborn as you make her out to be," Huang Rong blushed, "Besides, you're such a shameless bastard. If you really do get choked, it's God's justice."
Song QingShu moved closer to her and said with a drooling face, "If I'm really killed, won't you become a widow?"
"Pfft!" Huang Rong spat, "You're not my husband."
"I may not be your husband, but I am your man." Song Qingshu put his hands on her shoulders and his lips touched the skin on the back of her neck.
"What … what do you want?" Huang Rong's voice trembled.
"You know what I want." Song Qingshu pressed his body tightly against her back.
Feeling the heat on her back, Huang Rong was silent for a while. After a long time, she shook her head and said, "Not today. Brother Jing is next door."
"So what?" Song QingShu untied her hair bun, buried his head in her hair, and took a deep breath.
Huang Rong was shocked by his answer. She didn't expect him to be so bold. Just as her mind went blank, she suddenly felt her chest tighten. It turned out that his big hand had taken advantage of the situation to reach into her clothes.
"I beg you, not here …" Huang Rong pressed his hand and begged. Agreeing to be his lover was enough to challenge her moral bottom line. Now that her husband was next door, she did not dare to let him do whatever he wanted.
"The request is invalid." Song Qingshu's voice was unquestionable.
"If you act so presumptuously in Wuji, the thing between us will be exposed sooner or later. No, I regret it. I refuse to be your lover." Huang Rong said angrily with a red face.
Song Qingshu tightly held her well-proportioned and plump body in his arms from behind. His voice was a little excited, "Rong 'er, let me fool around this time. I won't fool around like this again in the future … Don't you think your married life is too dull? This kind of experience may not come even once in a lifetime. Don't you want to try it?"
Huang Rong felt half of her body soften when she was steamed by his masculine heat. When she heard his devilish seductive words, her heart suddenly beat wildly. When she was young, she was famous for being mischievous and liked to try all kinds of new things. It was only after she got married that she restrained her temper. However, her nature was still there. Once there was a catalyst, she was like a volcano, igniting at the slightest touch.
Although reason told her that it was not right, she did not know why she had not made up her mind to refuse. When he began to untie her belt, she finally came to her senses and grabbed his evil hand. She hesitated for a moment and finally sighed, "Don't untie your belt. If something happens later … you won't have time to wear it."
Hearing Huang Rong's words, Song Qingshu raised the corner of his mouth proudly. This playful young woman was willing to take the initiative to cooperate with him, which meant that she had already fallen for him.
Huang Rong was also very surprised to say such words, but there was a trembling sense of taboo besides shame. Since things had come to this, she seemed to have given up on herself. She turned sideways and wrapped her arms around Song Qingshu's neck. She took the initiative to offer her lips and kissed him passionately.
Song Qingshu reached out to hold her buttocks and lifted them up. Huang Rong spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She looked at him with a blushing face, pursed her lips and said softly, "Be quiet. Don't disturb Brother Jing."
Huang Rong's peach-blossom-like face exuded an amazing seductive look. Her eyes seemed to be seeping water. How could Song Qingshu bear it? He held Huang Rong's buttocks and pressed her directly against the wall. Two soft sighs of satisfaction sounded in the room at the same time.
The two of them hit the wall with a muffled sound. Huang Rong was so frightened that her beautiful face turned pale. She hurriedly pricked up her ears to listen to the movements next door. Seeing that there was no reaction, she suddenly fiercely bit Song Qingshu's shoulder. "You really are a bastard. Didn't I tell you to be quiet?"
"I was too excited." A strange smile suddenly appeared on Song Qingshu's face. "A woman who says one thing but means another. Her body is clearly so passionate, but her mouth is always pretending to be a lady."
Huang Rong was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to look at his eyes. She buried her head in his shoulder and bit him again.
Song Qingshu knew that if he continued to tease her, he would really anger the lovely baby in his arms. After all, this was the first time she had truly broken through a moral taboo. Song Qingshu didn't say anything else. He squeezed all the strength in his body into her warm body.
Huang Rong's skin was soon covered with a dense layer of sweat, making her flushed skin look even more vibrant. Not long after, Huang Rong hurriedly reached out to cover her mouth, deliberately suppressing the sweet sound of happiness that was coming from her throat.
She had never experienced this before. It was just the beginning, but her body had already reached the peak of happiness. Song Qingshu seemed to sense her body's reaction, and his movements also became gentler.
"Although he's a bit of a bastard, he really is a gentle and considerate man." Huang Rong pressed her face against his chest. For a moment, she was a little dazed.
After a moment of silence, Song Qingshu asked with a smile that wasn't a smile, "Rong 'er, have you rested enough?"
"Yes ~" Huang Rong didn't dare to look into his eyes. She just snorted.
Song Qingshu carried her to the table. He swept away the debris on the table with one hand and let Huang Rong lie on the table. The clear sound of the cup and kettle falling to the ground made her heart jump. Suddenly, Guo Jing's puzzled voice came from inside: "Rong 'er, is that you outside?"
"Jing gege, I accidentally knocked over the teapot." Huang Rong felt that her brain had never worked so fast before. Without a second's hesitation, she found the solution. At this time, her whole body was stiff, afraid that Guo Jing would come out to check.
What's more, the man behind her suddenly entered her body at this time.
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