For the sake of a fleeting glance back then, Jiang Qingwan concealed her identity and married into the general's mansion, expending half of her cultivation to help the Qin family change their f...
Zheng Qing's face turned bright red, almost as if it were about to bleed.
"Miss Luo, please don't say anymore."
Luo Ruyan rose sadly, her slender white fingers hooking around Zheng Qing's belt.
Pull hard towards the edge of the bed.
“Master, I know that you were sober later, but you still held me and wouldn’t let go. Ruyan knows that you have feelings for me.”
A devoted, gentle, and lonely woman.
To reveal one's true feelings under such candlelight.
The ambiguous and tender atmosphere had almost reached its peak.
Zheng Qing's mind was filled with images of Song Yushu wielding a large sword, looking dashing and heroic.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead; he dared not have the slightest improper thought.
"You...you should take your medicine first."
He rudely pushed the medicine bowl forward.
His hands were very steady.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Luo Ruyan suddenly puffed out her chest.
The soup from the medicine bowl spilled all over her bodice.
"Ouch! It's so hot."
She let out a soft, seductive moan.
She took a handkerchief and wiped her chest.
The pile of white rabbits bounced with her movements.
Zheng Qing felt like his head was about to explode.
He quickly turned his back, no longer caring about the medicine bowl, and gripped the table tightly with both hands.
The next moment, a pair of small hands appeared around her waist.
"Master, please take me. Ruyan really... really can't live without you."
As he spoke, that hand had already moved towards Zheng Qing's crotch.
Zheng Qing could no longer hold on.
He turned around as if his hair had stood on end, grabbed Luo Ruyan's shoulder, and pushed her away.
His eyes were like they were blazing fire.
"Miss Luo, there are some things I want to tell you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the candle suddenly went out.
Luo Ruyan let out a soft moan and buried herself in his arms.
"Master, I'm scared."
Zheng Qing felt like dying.
The two were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and neither noticed that the moonlight illuminated the figures of three burly men who had come to a stop at the doorway.