Luo Bing's yelling just now did not cause any disturbance in Song Qingshu's heart, but this soft humming sound was like a curse. Song Qingshu's whole body became stiff all of a sudden, and he withdrew from Luo Bing's body, standing up to be vigilant looking out the window.
As soon as Luo Bingfu got out of trouble, he quickly bit his red lips, picked up the dress scattered on the bed, and put it on silently, until she finished dressing and disappeared at the door of the room, Song Qingshu didn't stop her at all.
"I didn't expect that we would meet again in such a scene." Song Qingshu said with a wry smile, thinking that he had to go to Tianqiao to find a fortune teller to solve the disaster, and his luck was too bad.
"I didn't expect that after such a long time, you would still act like this. You can only use this despicable method to seize the woman's body."
With a bang, the door was pushed open by an invisible force, and a green skirt dragged the floor, and a beautiful and beautiful woman walked in, her eyes were sparkling and crystal clear. The moonlight faintly shines through the slender skirt, like a fairy of Guanghan Palace descending to earth.
Song Qingshu has always loved and hated that kind of charm in his bones. Song Qingshu pulled the quilt over his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "I thought you should have come long ago."
Thinking of being tricked by two little kids to Changbai Mountain, and staying in the ice and snow for more than half a year, the woman's cheeks couldn't help but burn slightly: "It's not too late to kill you now."
"Anyway, as a couple, don't talk about being a dog. If I were a dog, what would you be?" Song Qingshu gave her a disgusted look.
This fairy-like woman in front of her is naturally Song Qingshu's original partner, Zhou Zhiruo. After Song Qingshu's one-night affair, she vowed to tear her corpse into thousands of pieces and chase him all over the world.
As a result, Hu Fei and Ling Su fooled me to the bitter cold place in Eastern Liaodong in Yaowang Village. Recently, Song Qingshu was very successful in Manchuria. Zhou Zhiruo accidentally heard the discussion of drinkers in an inn, so she knew that Song Qingshu had been in Manchuria all along. Inside the palace.
"That's right, I chose to marry you only because I was blind," Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "I said before, 'Even if the whole world betrays me, Song Qingshu will not betray me', now look Come on, what a sarcasm."
"You also know that you married me!" Song Qingshu felt a little out of control, "Don't think I don't know what you and Zhang Wuji did on Shaoshi Mountain."
"You clearly know that I did not exceed the courtesy with him." Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she took a deep look at him.
"I didn't know, I didn't know until after that night!" Song Qingshu had an uncontrollable smile on his face, "And even if I knew beforehand, I don't regret what I did back then. To get your first drop of blood, Thinking about what happens to you and Zhang Wuji in the future, he will always be a loser in front of me."
Looking at Song Qingshu coldly all the time, Zhou Zhiruo said, "Are you proud enough? My life's happiness is ruined in your hands... I said that night, one day, I will tear your corpse into thousands of pieces. Chapter 120 Chapter Fourteen A Night of Excitement (Part 2)
I didn't expect this day to come so soon. "
"Your happiness!" Song Qingshu breathed heavily, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became, "Your happiness should be given by me as a husband, instead of fooling around with an old lover behind his back when my husband's life is dying."
"Have you said enough?" I don't know if it's because I've stayed in Changbai Mountain for too long, but now Zhou Zhiruo's tone is three points colder than Bingshang's, without a hint of anger, "Do you think it's meaningful to say this now?"
Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment: "That's right, I didn't expect you to see it so thoroughly, but I fell behind." The relationship between the two is very complicated to say the least. From the perspective of themselves, there is actually nothing wrong with their behavior, but he What both of them did was intentionally or unintentionally deeply hurt the other person.
There is no right or wrong in many things in the world, only different positions.
"In that case," Zhou Zhiruo raised the corners of her lips slightly, "Then go to hell!"
As soon as the words fell, Zhou Zhiruo's figure was light and erratic, extremely graceful, with her slender hands stretched out from her green sleeves, five fingers were thrust straight at the top of Song Qingshu's head, and her lightness kung fu was as good as any master Song Qingshu had ever seen.
Song Qingshu's complexion changed, his vision was no longer what it used to be, and he grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's veins as soon as he raised his hand.
Who would have thought that Zhou Zhiruo's face was calm, as if she had expected it long ago, the palm of her left hand slammed into her.
Song Qingshu quickly stretched out his palms to meet him, and after a muffled sound, Zhou Zhiruo turned over and floated back to the original place lightly.
Song Qingshu spewed out a mouthful of blood. He was injured by Wen Tailai's Ben Lei Palm yesterday. After a night of recuperation, it would be no problem to deal with Luo Bing's level of martial arts. Zhou Zhiruo was the one who won the title of "No. There are elements that Zhang Wuji deliberately wanted in it, but it also shows that her martial arts are nothing compared to Luo Bing.
"Have you practiced the Nine Yin Manual so well?" Zhou Zhiruo's face flashed a trace of worry.
"You know that my beloved wife is chasing and killing me all the time, so how can you not try your best to practice martial arts well?" Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing at himself, how come he seems to have a big aunt recently, vomiting blood every day.
During the fight just now, Song Qingshu parried Zhou Zhiruo's attack with both hands, and the quilt covering his body fell to his waist. Noticing the palm print on the opponent's ribs, Zhou Zhiruo frowned and said, "Are you injured?"
Song Qingshu nodded bitterly, "So you are very lucky, and you came at just the right time."
"Tell me his name," Zhou Zhiruo said lightly, "You are my husband anyway, after I kill you, I will help you kill him, lest you die with regret."
"Being killed by my wife, I'm destined to die with regret." Song Qingshu made a move with his right hand, sucked the wooden sword on the side into his palm, and said with a faint smile, "If we die together, then we won't be lonely on the road to hell."
"Your martial arts are all taught by me. I want to see what you have learned during this period.
Make you so confident. "Zhou Zhiruo's expression changed, she stopped holding back her hands, and attacked with all her strength with her Nine Yin White Bone Claws.
Although Song Qingshu also knows how to use Nine Yin and White Bone Claws, he will not be so stupid as to use them against the enemy. Unlike the shadows of claws that filled the sky when he used it, Zhou Zhiruo looked like a ghost when he used the Nine Yin White Bone Claws. Often before he finished using a move, the other hand had already attacked from an incredible angle.
Song Qingshu raised the wooden sword with a solemn expression, and the tip of the sword kept pointing at the weak point of the opponent's claw shadow.
"Huh?" Seeing her moves being methodically and invisible by the other party, Zhou Zhiruo stared at him in surprise, but felt that Song Qingshu's gestures had gradually become blurred, knowing that he was affected by internal injuries, so she couldn't help but deliberately go to his rib wound. Attack the past, do not give him the slightest chance to breathe.
Song Qingshu was acting at a critical juncture just now, when Zhou Zhiruo suddenly appeared, and his blood was churning because he gave up halfway, and Song Qingshu's injury finally recurred again under the sudden attack of the opponent.
"Smelly bitch, you are the leader of the dignified faction anyway, it's fine to attack me while others are in danger, what's the point of grabbing me where I was injured!" Song Qingshu said in surprise and anger while resisting.
"To deal with shameless people, shameless methods must be used." Zhou Zhiruo was unmoved at all, and attacked more vigorously.
Song Qingshu just felt bored and wanted to vomit, and when he finally lost his mind, the wooden sword was pushed away by the opponent's left hand, and Zhou Zhiruo's nine-yin white bone claws had restrained his neck.
"Forget it, come and go naked, and eighteen years later he will be a good man again." Song Qingshu loosened his hand and threw the wooden sword to the ground, but with his left hand he lifted the quilt around his waist to the side.
Seeing that the opponent's vitals were restrained, Zhou Zhiruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Song Qingshu giving up resistance, he was about to speak, but he didn't know that the other party directly lifted the quilt.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced subconsciously, Song Qingshu hadn't had time to put on his clothes just now, and now he was naked underneath, and a disgusting thing was standing upright, glaring at him ferociously.
Although she had given Song Qingshu before, she didn't notice anything other than humiliation and anger that night. What she still maintains today is a young girl's exquisite heart, and the shame and anger in her heart made her turn her head away subconsciously.
Song Qingshu was waiting for this opportunity, and while her heart was in turmoil, she poked her finger under the other's armpit.
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were filled with unwillingness, her body softened, and she fell into his arms slowly.
Song Qingshu had exhausted all his strength just now, hugging her soft and delicate body, secretly rejoicing in his heart: "No matter how good your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives. I saw all kinds of funny moves in Jackie Chan movies in my previous life, so I grabbed them at random. One thing can be used as a weapon, and the moves are even more obscene and ridiculous. I don't think so, and I evaluate the other party's troupe in my heart. Now after learning martial arts, I know that using everything around me is the highest level of life and death. Boundary."
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's Beautiful Eyes Filled Chapter 124 A Night of Excitement (Part 2)
Angry, Song Qingshu casually touched several big acupuncture points all over her body, and smiled slightly: "I have also learned the Nine Yin Manual, you are still a little tender if you want to use the acupuncture points."
Seeing that the other party was completely restrained, Song Qingshu quickly sat up and practiced kung fu to heal his injuries. Now his true energy is completely exhausted. If he doesn't recover as soon as possible, he will be dumbfounded if Luo Bing leaves and returns.
Zhou Zhiruo's heart was full of remorse, she hated herself why she didn't snap his neck just now, but she was taken aback for a moment.
Human psychology is like this, for the sake of revenge all the time, when there is a chance to take revenge, but they don't want the other party to die so cheaply. It was in this contradictory state of mind that Zhou Zhiruo was successfully overthrown by Song Qingshu.
Seeing that the other party started to heal his injuries, Zhou Zhiruo also began to hit the acupoints with luck. She clearly knew that Song Qingshu was now at the end of his strength, as long as he could open the acupoints, he would have no power to fight back.
But what makes her embarrassed is that she fell into Song Qingshu's arms just now, and now the other party is sitting cross-legged to heal her injuries, and she has to rest her head on the other party's thigh, and the bad thing that made her so ashamed and angry just now is near her snow-white face Keep dawdling.
The hot air coming from her face made her unable to use her energy to punch the acupoint wholeheartedly, so she couldn't help saying angrily: "Take you away, you disgusting thing!"
"Thanks to it for turning things around just now, the grace of saving lives is greater than the sky, how can I cross the river and tear down the bridge now?" Song Qingshu said indifferently without opening his eyes. Chapter 125 The Couple in the Same Bed and Different Dreams
"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her plea, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her silver teeth tightly, closed her eyes, and kept out of sight and out of mind, and mobilized all her zhenqi to hit the acupoints over and over again.
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have a feeling, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was looking at herself blankly, his eyes were full of admiration and contradiction.
"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupoints just imitated Ouyang Feng's reverse luck of the Nine Yins. She used the acupuncture technique in the Nine Yins Manual to impact the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no sign of loosening, but felt My whole body was numb.
"It's not so fast, but it's enough. The long night is long, and the warmth and fragrance are in your arms. If you meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."
Song Qingshu's eyes lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt wrapped a graceful figure, the ivory-like milky skin was faintly exposed at the neckline, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster... Looking at it, Song Qingshu felt that Throat is a little dry.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed familiar with this look, and there was a trace of panic between her brows: "What do you want to do?"
"Why do you know what to ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moistness of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it to his heart's content, he had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart intensified.
But fortunately, there was an even better compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent down and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Uh... um..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold angrily, but found that her lips were blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Well... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no chance of escape, Zhou Zhiruo made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to when she finally got a respite.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before, and she couldn't bear another woman's breath entering her body while enduring a kind of humiliation.
"no problem!"
…
In the early morning of the second day, Song Qingshu lay sideways on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.
The sunlight coming in from the window fell on her fair skin, her shiny black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile of her face seemed to be outlined with one stroke, exuding a quiet atmosphere in the hazy morning light .
How much Song Qingshu hoped that she would fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two of them would return to that life-and-death state.
The left hand hesitated around the other's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to do it.
"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that she hadn't turned to Chapter 125, The Couple in the Same Bed and Different Dreams
"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her plea, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her silver teeth tightly, closed her eyes, and kept out of sight and out of mind, and mobilized all her zhenqi to hit the acupoints over and over again.
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have a feeling, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was looking at herself blankly, his eyes were full of admiration and contradiction.
"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupoints just imitated Ouyang Feng's reverse luck of the Nine Yins. She used the acupuncture technique in the Nine Yins Manual to impact the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no sign of loosening, but felt My whole body was numb.
"It's not so fast, but it's enough. The long night is long, and the warmth and fragrance are in your arms. If you meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."
Song Qingshu's eyes lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt wrapped a graceful figure, the ivory-like milky skin was faintly exposed at the neckline, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster... Looking at it, Song Qingshu felt that Throat is a little dry.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed familiar with this look, and there was a trace of panic between her brows: "What do you want to do?"
"Why do you know what to ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moistness of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it to his heart's content, he had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart intensified.
But fortunately, there was an even better compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent down and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Uh... um..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold angrily, but found that her lips were blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Well... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no chance of escape, Zhou Zhiruo made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to when she finally got a respite.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before, and she couldn't bear another woman's breath entering her body while enduring a kind of humiliation.
"no problem!"
…
In the early morning of the second day, Song Qingshu lay sideways on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.
The sunlight coming in from the window fell on her fair skin, her shiny black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile of her face seemed to be outlined with one stroke, exuding a quiet atmosphere in the hazy morning light .
How much Song Qingshu hoped that she would fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two of them would return to that life-and-death state.
The left hand hesitated around the other's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to do it.
"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that she hadn't turned to Chapter 125, The Couple in the Same Bed and Different Dreams
"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her plea, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her silver teeth tightly, closed her eyes, and kept out of sight and out of mind, and mobilized all her zhenqi to hit the acupoints over and over again.
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have a feeling, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was looking at herself blankly, his eyes were full of admiration and contradiction.
"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupoints just imitated Ouyang Feng's reverse luck of the Nine Yins. She used the acupuncture technique in the Nine Yins Manual to impact the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no sign of loosening, but felt My whole body was numb.
"It's not so fast, but it's enough. The long night is long, and the warmth and fragrance are in your arms. If you meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."
Song Qingshu's eyes lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt wrapped a graceful figure, the ivory-like milky skin was faintly exposed at the neckline, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster... Looking at it, Song Qingshu felt that Throat is a little dry.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed familiar with this look, and there was a trace of panic between her brows: "What do you want to do?"
"Why do you know what to ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moistness of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it to his heart's content, he had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart intensified.
But fortunately, there was an even better compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent down and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Uh... um..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold angrily, but found that her lips were blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Well... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no chance of escape, Zhou Zhiruo made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to when she finally got a respite.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before, and she couldn't bear another woman's breath entering her body while enduring a kind of humiliation.
"no problem!"
…
In the early morning of the second day, Song Qingshu lay sideways on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.
The sunlight coming in from the window fell on her fair skin, her shiny black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile of her face seemed to be outlined with one stroke, exuding a quiet atmosphere in the hazy morning light .
How much Song Qingshu hoped that she would fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two of them would return to that life-and-death state.
The left hand hesitated around the other's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to do it.
"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that she hadn't turned to Chapter 125, The Couple in the Same Bed and Different Dreams
"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her plea, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her silver teeth tightly, closed her eyes, and kept out of sight and out of mind, and mobilized all her zhenqi to hit the acupoints over and over again.
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have a feeling, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was looking at herself blankly, his eyes were full of admiration and contradiction.
"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupoints just imitated Ouyang Feng's reverse luck of the Nine Yins. She used the acupuncture technique in the Nine Yins Manual to impact the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no sign of loosening, but felt My whole body was numb.
"It's not so fast, but it's enough. The long night is long, and the warmth and fragrance are in your arms. If you meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."
Song Qingshu's eyes lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt wrapped a graceful figure, the ivory-like milky skin was faintly exposed at the neckline, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster... Looking at it, Song Qingshu felt that Throat is a little dry.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed familiar with this look, and there was a trace of panic between her brows: "What do you want to do?"
"Why do you know what to ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moistness of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it to his heart's content, he had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart intensified.
But fortunately, there was an even better compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent down and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Uh... um..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold angrily, but found that her lips were blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Well... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no chance of escape, Zhou Zhiruo made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to when she finally got a respite.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before, and she couldn't bear another woman's breath entering her body while enduring a kind of humiliation.
"no problem!"
…
In the early morning of the second day, Song Qingshu lay sideways on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.
The sunlight coming in from the window fell on her fair skin, her shiny black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile of her face seemed to be outlined with one stroke, exuding a quiet atmosphere in the hazy morning light .
How much Song Qingshu hoped that she would fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two of them would return to that life-and-death state.
The left hand hesitated around the other's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to do it.
"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, and saw that she hadn't turned to Chapter 125, The Couple in the Same Bed and Different Dreams
"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her plea, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her silver teeth tightly, closed her eyes, and kept out of sight and out of mind, and mobilized all her zhenqi to hit the acupoints over and over again.
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have a feeling, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was looking at herself blankly, his eyes were full of admiration and contradiction.
"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupoints just imitated Ouyang Feng's reverse luck of the Nine Yins. She used the acupuncture technique in the Nine Yins Manual to impact the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no sign of loosening, but felt My whole body was numb.
"It's not so fast, but it's enough. The long night is long, and the warmth and fragrance are in your arms. If you meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."
Song Qingshu's eyes lingered on Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt wrapped a graceful figure, the ivory-like milky skin was faintly exposed at the neckline, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster... Looking at it, Song Qingshu felt that Throat is a little dry.
Zhou Zhiruo seemed familiar with this look, and there was a trace of panic between her brows: "What do you want to do?"
"Why do you know what to ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and moistness of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it to his heart's content, he had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart intensified.
But fortunately, there was an even better compensation at this time. Looking at Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent down and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's you!"
"You! Uh... um..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold angrily, but found that her lips were blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.
"Well... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there was no chance of escape, Zhou Zhiruo made the only request that the other party could possibly agree to when she finally got a respite.
Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before, and she couldn't bear another woman's breath entering her body while enduring a kind of humiliation.
"no problem!"
…
In the early morning of the second day, Song Qingshu lay sideways on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.
The sunlight coming in from the window fell on her fair skin, her shiny black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile of her face seemed to be outlined with one stroke, exuding a quiet atmosphere in the hazy morning light .
How much Song Qingshu hoped that she would fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two of them would return to that life-and-death state.
The left hand hesitated around the other's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to do it.
"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously on the door.
Song Qingshu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, seeing that she hadn't turned around.