"Cang..." Murong Qiqi drew out the syllable, "Otherwise, how could I commit adultery!"
Upon hearing "committing adultery," Feng Cang seethed with rage. He put Wuchen aside, took Murong Qiqi to their room, and said, "It must be because I haven't satisfied Qingqing that you're thinking of others. It seems that my previous love has always been too gentle. Now, if I don't let Qingqing truly know me, you'll think I'm useless and turn to others."
"No... hehe, that tickles... I was just kidding..."
Murong Qiqi pleaded for mercy, but Feng Cang didn't relent. His undressing technique had become quite adept.
Feng Cang couldn't help but sigh softly. This woman must have been sent by heaven to torment him.
As one would expect, the consequences of the starving wolf pouncing on its prey were evident. Murong Qiqi didn't show up until the evening. When Feng Cang emerged, Wuchen had already prepared the food and wine.
