Song Qingshu was very surprised, he didn't expect Huang Rong to ask such a question, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Rong'er, aren't you afraid that you will dirty your ears if you listen to such intimate things?"
Huang Rong regretted what she said just now, but at this moment her heart was pounding with nervousness. Hearing Song Qingshu's teasing, she subconsciously turned her back and snorted guiltily, "Forget it."
Song Qingshu leaned over from behind, and said in an erratic tone next to Huang Rong's ear: "Since Rong'er has asked, how can I be so cruel that I can't even satisfy your little curiosity."
The skin on Huang Rong's neck could faintly feel the heat from Song Qingshu's exhalation, and her whole body became stiff all of a sudden. Although she didn't look back, she could still feel that Song Qingshu was very, very close to her, the faint sense of oppression, Let her heart tremble ▼▼▼, ☆.≈.￠.
Huang Rong subconsciously glanced at Guo Jing who was not far away, and seeing that he was still sound asleep, for some reason, she breathed 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 tone grew stronger, "I'm really curious, why your first reaction was not to avoid me, but to see if your husband was awakened?"
Huang Rong just woke up like a dream, let out a low cry and hurriedly hid to the side, trying to get away, but who knew that Song Qingshu put his hands on her shoulders, and a strong force came from her, and she couldn't move an inch anymore.
"What do you want to do?" Huang Rong was really flustered, and kept looking at Guo Jing. On the one hand, she was worried that Guo Jing would find something, and on the other hand, she was hesitant to call her husband for help.
Huang Rong was originally a very smart woman, if it hadn't been for what happened by accident last night, she would not have hesitated at this moment, but the tragedy is that what happened last night!
Compared with what happened last night, even if Song Qingshu took advantage of it now, it was nothing. Instead, it alarmed her husband. If Song Qingshu was forced to act viciously and kill him...
Huang Rong shuddered when she thought of the possible consequences. Under normal circumstances, the couple wouldn't be afraid of each other, but now that brother Jing was seriously injured, he couldn't use martial arts at all. In front of the opponent, Song Qingshu might be able to subdue himself with one hand.
Thinking of trying to resist at the beginning last night, but being pinned down by the opponent without any resistance, Huang Rong completely lost confidence in her own strength.
Today's Huang Rong is like a buyer who accidentally mentioned paying the full amount in advance. As for whether the seller will abide by the contract and deliver the goods, she has no idea at all, and she has lost her bargaining power. The other party turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.
"I have to take Brother Jing away as soon as possible!"
Huang Rong secretly made up her mind. In fact, she wanted Guo Jing to recuperate here at first, but now she has completely figured it out. Although Jin people are hateful, Song is not much better. If you continue to stay here, who will Know what to expect.
"Don't worry, Guo Daxia has exhausted his mind after being tortured by the Jinren for the past two days, and the medicine he took just now has ingredients to calm the nerves and calm the mind, so he won't wake up so easily." Song Qingshu continued to whisper in her ear .
Hearing this result, Huang Rong was in a very complicated mood. She didn't know whether she should be happy or unhappy, so she subconsciously twisted her body, "Let go of me."
"Rong'er, aren't you curious about the private affairs between Mrs. Tang and me? Why, don't you want to hear it?" Song Qingshu had an inexplicable smile on his face.
"Who cares if you like to talk or not?" Although Huang Rong didn't care what she said, she stopped struggling physically and stood there quietly, waiting for Song Qingshu's next words.
"Madam Tang is a superb woman, with a plump and graceful body, smooth and tender skin, and a charming face. Every time I make out with her, I am very happy."
Seeing Song Qingshu's reminiscing expression, Huang Rong blushed and spit secretly: Shameless!
"Rong'er, do you know what I like most about her?" Song Qingshu asked suddenly.
"How do I know?" Huang Rong snorted, but Madam Tang's turbulent chest and those long white legs appeared involuntarily in her mind. It should be the two, she added inwardly.
"You must think that I like her breasts or legs more," Song Qingshu continued as if he could see through her mind, "but you guessed wrong, what I like most is her identity."
"Her identity?" Huang Rong was at a loss. Is there anything unique about her identity
"Yes, she is someone else's wife!" Song Qingshu's eyes flashed an inexplicable spark, "Because she is someone else's wife, so every time I see her tactfully and happily under me, with a happy and sweet expression on her face , I have a great sense of conquest and satisfaction, and this is what I like most about her."
"You are such a pervert!" Huang Rong's lips parted wide, she was obviously shocked.
"Pervert?" Song Qingshu shrugged, "It's just a harmless little hobby."
Huang Rong's heart was pounding, she finally understood why the other party kept pestering a married woman like herself, it turned out that there was such a relationship in it!
The topic they talked about before was already a bit explicit, but no one would say such a thing in front of Huang Rong before, so she was ashamed and angry, and at the same time, she felt a novelty of touching the restricted area.
"You've been rambling so much, but you still haven't said which time Mrs. Tang made you the happiest." Huang Rong would never dare to think of such a thing, let alone ask a man who is not her husband. She finally couldn't help but ask.
Song Qingshu laughed, making Huang Rong flustered: "Rong'er, why are you so curious about this?"
"I'm just curious, can you control it?" Huang Rong replied guiltyly, she couldn't tell the other party, she was actually looking forward to hearing that answer.
"It's too much of a disadvantage for me to reveal such a private matter." Song Qingshu rubbed his chin with a hesitant look on his face.
"Then how do you feel that you are not at a disadvantage?" Huang Rong felt that she was becoming more and more bold, and gradually put aside some of her usual worries, as if she was communicating with a close friend in her boudoir.
"Well, let's play a game of truth or dare." Song Qingshu said suddenly.
"What is Truth or Dare?" Huang Rong's beautiful eyes were shining brightly. Everything is difficult at the beginning, and with the beginning, the rest will follow. At the beginning, she felt that talking about this kind of topic with another man was unavoidable. It was too embarrassing, but after chatting for a while, she found that not only did she not feel disgusted, but she ignited a raging fire of gossip.
"As the name suggests, it is a combination of truth and adventure," Song Qingshu seemed to have returned to the time when he was with friends in his previous life, "We take turns asking each other a question, and if the other party chooses the truth, they must answer truthfully; if the question makes you feel embarrassed, You can also choose to take a big risk, and a big risk is to do something according to the other party's request."
Huang Rong is so smart, even though she has never been exposed to this concept, she understood the whole process from Song Qingshu in a few words.
"I don't play, it's obvious that women suffer more from this game." Huang Rong said with a blushing face.
"What's the disadvantage?" Song Qingshu said disapprovingly, "If you are worried about the disadvantage of taking a big risk, then you can choose to answer the question, and I will not force you."
Huang Rong showed a hint of emotion. She was conceited and smart, and thought that with her reflexes, wouldn't it be smooth to make up some lies? Naturally, there is no need to take any big risks.
"Okay, but I'll ask first." Huang Rong raised her chin, and the agility at that moment seemed to have returned to her girlhood.
"Of course, women come first." Song Qingshu replied with a smile.
Just as Huang Rong was about to speak, she suddenly glanced at Guo Jing who was not far away, and said hesitantly, "Let's go outside, so as not to disturb Brother Jing's rest."
"I wish for it." Song Qingshu's answer almost made Huang Rong jump up.
Putting down the curtain, the two came to the outside room. Song Qingshu poured two cups of tea, and with a flick of his sleeve, the teacups moved steadily to Huang Rong.
Huang Rong was already familiar with his martial arts, so she didn't react too much, she just picked up the stool and sat on the other side of the table.
Song Qingshu couldn't help laughing: "What are you doing sitting so far away? I won't eat you."
Huang Rong smiled sweetly: "I think it's more reassuring to stay away from you, can we start now?"
Song Qingshu nodded: "Just ask."
"I asked the question just now." Huang Rong pursed her lips, an inexplicable look flashed in her eyes, "Which time was the happiest time Mrs. Tang made you?"
Song Qingshu took a deep look at her, and he looked away uncomfortably before replying: "She makes me very happy every time, but she made me especially happy last night."
Huang Rong's heart was beating wildly, deliberately suppressing herself, and asked expressionlessly, "Why?"
"Does this count as the second question?" Seeing Huang Rong showing annoyed look, he laughed, "Forget it, the first time you start playing, this question will be considered as an extra gift."
"Actually, if I have to tell you the reason, I can't tell why. Maybe we usually enjoy physical pleasure more, but last night she let me experience the feeling of spiritual fusion. Last night, she seemed to be The breath is sweeter than usual, the skin is smoother, tenderer, and the body is more hydrated... Especially her inadvertent struggle, and the deliberately suppressed panting, as if a young woman from a good family was violated by a big bully, It gave me a different sense of conquest, it's perfect!" Song Qingshu looked at the sky, as if recalling the feeling of last night.
Song Qingshu didn't notice that with his own evaluation, Huang Rong's pretty face on the opposite side became more and more red, and her hands unconsciously twisted the skirt, like a nervous little girl
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I haven't been in a good state for the past two days. I will adjust and recover as soon as possible for more than one day. I hope readers will bear with me.
By the way, I would like to thank book friend Leedry for their support, and An Kun, 52551831, Bai Yidaoshen, Yijia 1995, Memories of the Northern Hemisphere and others for their monthly support