Song Qinghuan grasped his hands and placed them above his head, then bound them together with his belt.
Though bound, Shi Yuhuan was in a great mood, and didn't resist at all. Instead, he even asked her, "Is it fun?"
"Fun!" Song Qinghuan looked at him seductively, then pulled up his shirt, sliding her hand in to touch his skin, and coyly winked at him, "The fun part is still to come."
Shi Yuhuan raised an eyebrow, "I'll be watching!"
"Just a question first!" Song Qinghuan's hand slowly glided, gradually stripping off his clothes, "Although you've always been a man of few words, you've said everything you needed to, so why is it that every time we're together, this is all you know? Do you find it amusing to torment me?"
Then she coldly huffed three words: "Sadist?"
Shi Yuhuan replied, "In my understanding, I think this is the most direct way to express love. Love is a verb; loving someone, I savor her body intimately. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
