Flower Stealing Master

Song Qingshu was very surprised. He didn't expect Huang Rong to ask this kind of question. He couldn't help but smiled: "Rong'er is not afraid of listening to this kind of intimate thing in the boudoir?"

Huang Rong regretted as soon as she spoke. At this time, her heart was so nervous that she thumped and thumped. Hearing Song Qingshu's teasing, she turned her back subconsciously and snorted with a guilty conscience: "Don't worry."

Song Qingshu leaned over from behind, and said in an erratic tone in Huang Rong's ear: "Since Rong'er has asked, how can I be so cruel? Even your little curiosity is not satisfied."

The skin on Huang Rong’s neck could faintly feel the heat that Song Qingshu exhaled. She stiffened all at once. 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 feel a little trembling ▼▼▼, ☆.≈.￠.

Huang Rong subconsciously glanced at Guo Jing not far away, and saw that he was still 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~" Song Qingshu's tone of smile became stronger, "I'm really curious, why is your first reaction not to avoid me, but to see if your husband is awakened?"

Huang Rong just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly hid to the side with a low cry to get away. Who knew that Song Qingshu pressed her hands on her shoulders, and a strong force came, and she could no longer move her whole body.

"What do you want to do?" Huang Rong was really a little flustered, and her eyes kept glaring at Guo Jing. On the one hand, he was worried about what Guo Jing would find, and on the other hand, he was hesitant to call for help to her husband.

Huang Rong was originally a very smart woman. If something like that happened by accident last night, she wouldn't have the slightest hesitation at this time, but the tragedy is that something like that happened last night!

Compared with what happened last night, even if Song Qingshu takes a small advantage now, it is nothing, but it has alarmed her husband, in case Song Qingshu is forced to be guilty and murderous...

Huang Rong shuddered as soon as he thought of the possible consequences. Under normal circumstances, the couple would certainly not be afraid of each other, but now that brother Jing is seriously injured, he can't perform martial arts at all, and although his own dog-stick method is good, but In front of the opponent, I'm afraid Song Qingshu can subdue himself with one hand.

Thinking of trying to resist at the beginning last night, but being pressed by the opponent with no resistance, Huang Rong completely lost confidence in her own strength.

Today’s Huang Rong is like a buyer who accidentally asked to pay the full payment in advance. As for whether the seller will comply with the contract and deliver goods, she has no idea at all. Having lost the bargaining power, she can only carefully cooperate with the other party to avoid The other party turned his face and didn't recognize anyone.

"I have to take Brother Jing and leave as soon as possible!"

Huang Rong made up her mind secretly. In fact, she wanted Guo Jing to live and recuperate here at the beginning, but now she has thoroughly figured it out. Although the people of Jin are hateful, the Song is not much better. Keep staying here, who Know what will happen.

"Don't worry, Daxia Guo has exhausted his mind after suffering from the golden man in the past two days, plus the medicine that he took just now contains the ingredients of calming nerves and calming energy, so he won't wake up so easily." Song Qingshu continued to say 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. She twisted her body subconsciously and said, "Just let me go."

"Rong'er, aren't you curious about those private matters between me and Mrs. Tang? Why, do you not want to listen?" Song Qingshu smiled inexplicably.

"Do you like to say or not, who is rare?" Although Huang Rong didn't care when she said that, she stopped struggling physically. Instead, she stood quietly, pricked her ears and waited for Song Qingshu to follow.

"Ms. Tang is a superb woman with a plump body, smooth and tender skin, and a charming face. I am very happy every time I make friends with her."

Seeing Song Qingshu's aftertaste expression, Huang Rong blushed and took a sip: What a shame!

"Rong'er, do you know what I like most about her?" Song Qingshu asked suddenly.

"How do I know?" Huang Rong snorted, but the turbulent waves on Madam Tang's chest and the long, white legs were involuntarily appearing in her mind. They should be the two, she secretly added.

"You must think I like her **** or legs better," Song Qingshu continued, as if she could see through her mind, "but you guessed it wrong, what I like the most is her identity."

"Her identity?" Huang Rong was confused. Is there anything unique about her identity?

"Yes, she is the identity of someone else's wife!" An inexplicable spark flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, "Because she is someone else's wife, every time she sees her underneath me, she has a happy and sweet expression on her face. , I have a great sense of conquest and satisfaction. This is what I like most about her."

"You're such a pervert!" Huang Rong's lips were wide open, obviously in shock.

"Perverted?" Song Qingshu shrugged, "It's just an innocuous little hobby."

Huang Rong's heart was pounding, and she finally understood why the other party would have been obsessing herself with such a married woman. It turned out that there was this relationship in it!

The topics the two had discussed before were a bit explicit, and no one would have said this in front of Huang Rong before, so she was ashamed and angry, and at the same time, she had a novel sense of touching the restricted area.

"You've been talking so much, but you still didn't say which time Madam Tang made you the happiest." Such remarks are something Huang Rong can't even think of, let alone ask a man who is not a husband. In the end, she couldn't help but ask.

Song Qingshu smiled, making Huang Rong a little flustered: "Why are you so curious about this, Rong'er?"

"I'm just curious, can you control it?" Huang Rong replied with a guilty conscience, she can't tell the other party, she actually expects to hear the answer.

"It would be a shame for me to let me reveal such privacy issues." Song Qingshu touched his chin with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Then how do you feel that you don't suffer?" Huang Rong felt that she was getting bolder, and gradually put aside some worries in the week, as if she was communicating with a close friend of her boudoir.

"Well, let's play a truth or dare game." Song Qingshu said suddenly.

"What is a real adventure?" Huang Rong's beautiful eyes are shining. Everything is difficult at the beginning. With the beginning, the rest of the matter will be logical. At the beginning, she felt that she would talk about this topic with another man. It was too embarrassing, but after chatting for a while, she found that not only was she not disgusted, but instead ignited a raging gossip fire.

"As the name suggests, it is a combination of truth and great adventure," Song Qingshu seems to have returned to the time of gatherings with friends in the previous life. "We take turns asking each other a question. If the other party chooses the truth, we must answer truthfully; if the question makes you feel embarrassed, You can also choose a big adventure. A big adventure is to do one thing according to the other party's request."

Huang Rong is so smart. Although she has never touched this concept before, she understood the whole process in a few words from Song Qingshu.

"I don't play, this game obviously suffers more for women." Huang Rong said with a blushing face.

"What's the disadvantage," Song Qingshu said disapprovingly, "If you are worried about taking a big risk, you can choose to answer the question, and I won't force you."

Huang Rong showed a touch of emotion. She is arrogant and smart. She wants to use her ability to react, and then she can just 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 teenage years.

"Of course, madam first." Song Qingshu replied with a smile.

Huang Rong was about to speak, suddenly glanced at Guo Jing not far away, and hesitated: "Let's go outside, so as not to disturb Brother Jing's rest."

"I can't ask for it." Song Qingshu's answer almost didn't make Huang Rong jump up.

Putting down the curtain, the two came to the outside wing. Song Qingshu poured two cups of tea, and with a flick of his sleeves, the teacup was firmly moved in front of Huang Rong.

Huang Rong was no stranger to his martial arts, and did not respond much, 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? I won't eat you again."

Huang Rong smiled: "I think it's better to stay away from you and feel more at ease. Can I start now?"

Song Qingshu nodded: "You can ask."

"I've asked the question just now," Huang Rong pursed her lips, an inexplicable look flashed in her eyes, "That's the time when Madam Tang made you the happiest?"

Song Qingshu took a deep look at her, and only after seeing the other person look away uncomfortably, did she answer: "She makes me happy every time, but she made me especially happy last night."

Huang Rong's heart was beating wildly, she deliberately suppressed herself, and asked blankly, "Why?"

"Is this the second question?" Seeing Huang Rong's annoyed expression, he laughed, "No matter, when I first started playing, this question is an extra gift."

"Actually, I have to tell me the reason, and I can’t tell why. Maybe we usually have more physical happiness, but last night she let me experience the feeling of spiritual harmony. She seemed to be the last night. The breath is sweeter than usual, the skin is smoother and tenderer, and the body is more hydrated...especially the struggle that she inadvertently reveals, and the deliberately suppressed breathlessness, just like a good young woman being violated by a big bully , Gives me a different sense of conquest, it is perfect!" Song Qingshu looked into the sky, as if recalling the taste of last night.

Song Qingshu did not notice that with his own evaluation, Huang Rong's pretty face on the opposite side became redder and red, and her hands were unconsciously twisting the skirt, like a worried little girl.

Dividing line

The state of the past two days is not very good, I will adjust it as soon as possible and resume more than one day. I hope you will bear with me.

By the way, thank you book friend Leedry for your support, as well as the monthly support of An Kun, 52551831, Baiyidao Shen, Yijia 1995, Memories of the Northern Hemisphere, etc.