Chapter 720: The Antidote
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed when Huang Rong finally turned around—only to find Song Qingshu drenched in sweat. She couldn’t tell whether he was exhausted from struggling to suppress the poison in Guo Jing’s body or from his rampant actions on her b0dy; the very thought of the latter made her shudder uncontrollably.
At that moment, she felt utterly limp, as if she were nothing more than a pile of soft, rotting mud.
The unusual surroundings combined with the torment of her conscience had rendered her far more sensitive than usual. Yet with her husband nearby, she dared not express even the slightest hint of her b0dily sensations. Instead, she clutched her mouth and stifled her reactions.
Even so, after their encounter, she was drenched in sweat—her entire b0dy wet as though it had been soaked in water.
Huang Rong wondered how much longer she could endure this state. The mere thought that her uncontrolled sounds might alert her husband to something amiss sent chills down her spine. The only consolation was that Song Qingshu seemed determined to keep the matter secret; his thrusts were gentle, and he avoided producing the embarrassing sounds that would arise from their b0dies colliding. Yet that slow, inch-by-inch progression only made every sensation feel even more pronounced…
Her whole b0dy tensed, and her legs began trembling uncontrollably. She had cl!maxed so many times that she had lost count, but the man behind her seemed as unyielding as iron, showing no sign of stopping—instead, he grew ever more ar0used!
“Thank heavens…” With her legs trembling again uncontrollably, Huang Rong felt a continuous surge of warmth flooding into her w0mb, blanking her mind completely. In that moment, she no longer even had the strength to open her eyes.
“Great Hero Guo, I’ve managed to temporarily suppress the deadly poison within you. There’s no danger to your life for at least three days,” Song Qingshu gasped as he withdrew his shaft from her gloryh0le.
Guo Jing assumed that Song Qingshu was simply exhausted from the strenuous effort of suppressing the poison and said without further thought, “Thank you, Young Master Song.”