"Okay!" Song Qingshu couldn't wait more than he wanted, and simply agreed. (Pingnan Literature Network)
"You lie down honestly... Hey, what are you doing with your clothes off?" Shuang'er exclaimed, worried about disturbing the peach blossoms and willows outside, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands.
Looking at her green and juicy fingers by candlelight, Song Qingshu couldn't help reaching out and rubbing them.
"Madam, what's the matter?" At this moment, Tao Hong's voice sounded from the outside, and footsteps seemed to be walking in.
Shuang'er turned pale with fright, if she saw Song Qingshu on her bed, she would be ashamed to face others. In desperation, he pressed Song Qingshu's head and stuffed him under the bed.
Song Qingshu was quite cooperative, smelling the scent of Lanfeilan in the bed, and feeling the heat from Shuang'er's delicate body, his naughty heart arose, and he stretched out his Anlu claws...
"There's nothing Taohong, you can go down." Shuang'er grabbed the corner of the quilt tightly, looking nervously at Taohong who was standing at the door and raised the curtain. Suddenly feeling Song Qingshu's movements, his whole body tensed up, and he almost cried out.
"Good madam, call us if you have anything to do." Tao Hong looked at Shuang'er's bed suspiciously, always feeling that there was something strange, but since the master ordered her to go down, she couldn't ask any questions.
Seeing Taohong put down the curtain, Shuang'er finally breathed a sigh of relief, blushed and pulled out the bastard man from the bed, looking at Song Qingshu's fascinated expression, she was ashamed and angry: "Have you played enough?"
"Of course not." After unremitting efforts, Shuang'er's shirt is now half untied, his hair is scattered, and his breathing has become heavy. Song Qingshu looked at the result of the battle in front of him with satisfaction.
"Tao Hong and the others are still outside." Shuang'er cried out to God, and warned in a low voice while resisting Song Qingshu's salty hands.
"What does it matter?" Song Qingshu showed a secretive smile, leaned over and blew hot air on Shuang'er's ear, "and it's more exciting this way."
I don't know if it's because my ears are sensitive, or if I understand Song Qingshu's meaning, Shuang'er only felt her heart tremble, and there was an inexplicable feeling.
Song Qingshu said with a narrow smile: "Shuang'er, you are quite accomplished in acupressure. Let's see if it's your middle finger on the sleeve that is better on the bed, or my dragon gripper."
Looking at the heroes in the world, if they fought standing up, Song Qingshu would probably rank outside the top ten, and if they fought sitting down, they probably wouldn't make it into the top ten. However, if they fight on the bed, Song Qingshu claims to be second, so no one dares to be number one.
Don't say that Shuang'er is a weak girl, and her kung fu is far weaker than Song Qingshu's. Even if her real kung fu is between that of the other brother, once she gets on the bed and is touched by his unique dragon claws, she may be able to achieve 100% of her kung fu. Seven seven eight eight.
"Stop hitting, you... nasty." Shuang'er gritted her teeth and spat.
"How can it be considered obscene when men and women love each other." Seeing that she had given up resistance, Song Qingshu didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue her.
Shuang'er's face was flushed, and she let him unbutton her clothes in silence. Just as her chest felt cold, she quickly pressed her hot lips against her.