Chapter 707: True Words
Song Qingshu was extremely surprised—he hadn’t expected Huang Rong to ask such a question. He couldn’t help but laugh and remark, “Such intimate, private matters of the boudoir—aren’t you afraid, Rong’er, that listening to them will sully your ears?”
Huang Rong immediately regretted letting those words slip out; her heart began pounding wildly. Hearing Song Qingshu’s teasing, she instinctively turned away and, feeling guilty, muttered, “Then don’t say it.”
Moving closer from behind, Song Qingshu leaned in and, in a dreamy tone, whispered into her ear, “Since you’ve asked, Rong’er, how can I be so cruel as to leave even your little bit of curiosity unsatisfied?”
The skin on Huang Rong’s neck could faintly feel the warmth of his breath. Her whole b0dy stiffened in an instant—even though she didn’t turn to look, she could sense that Song Qingshu was extremely close. That subtle pressure made her inner self tremble.
Instinctively, Huang Rong glanced toward Guo Jing not far away. Seeing him still sound asleep, she inexplicably let out a sigh of relief, “Don’t be like that—Brother Jing is still there!”
“I didn’t do anything at all~” Song Qingshu replied, his tone thick with amusement. “But I am really quite curious—why was your first reaction not to try to get away from me, but rather to check if you had roused your husband?”
Only then did Huang Rong come to her senses. She let out a low cry and hurriedly tried to step aside to create some distance. But before she could move, Song Qingshu’s hands clamped onto her shoulders with such force that she became completely immobilized.
“What do you intend to do?” she asked in a panic, her eyes darting repeatedly toward Guo Jing—partly worried he might notice something, and partly hesitating on whether to call for her husband.
Huang Rong was ordinarily an exceedingly clever woman. Had it not been for that fateful mishap last night, she wouldn’t have hesitated in the slightest. But tragedy was that what had happened the previous night still haunted her!