Chapter 764: The Maiden and the Old Rogue

“I’m not up to anything, I just feel like it,” Wanyan Ping said smugly, wrinkling her delicate nose. But seeing the deep bite mark she left, she stuck out her tongue and gently touched his wound. “Brother-in-law, does it hurt a lot?”

“Nonsense, want me to bite you back?” Song Qingshu rolled his eyes at her irritably.

“Sure, go ahead!” To his surprise, Wanyan Ping rolled up her sleeve and offered her fair arm.

“Uh, never mind,” Song Qingshu said, deflated.

“Hehe, you still care about me,” Wanyan Ping giggled, hooking her arms around his neck and resting her head on his chest.

“Brother-in-law?”

“Hm?”

“Does it really hurt?”

“Yeah!”

“I’ll blow on it for you~” Wanyan Ping climbed up, puckering her lips and softly blowing around the bite mark.

Her breath was like orchids, and Song Qingshu’s heart raced unconsciously. At such close range, Wanyan Ping noticed too, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Yet she didn’t pull back; instead, she lowered her head further, her lips faintly brushing his skin.

Song Qingshu’s throat went dry. “Alright, alright, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Get up, this isn’t proper.”

“I’m not afraid, so why are you?” Wanyan Ping slid closer, her face near his, lips pursed as she gazed at him, eyes misty with enchantment. “Brother-in-law, stop pretending. I know you’ve been subtly teasing me lately.”

“Is that so? You’re overthinking it,” Song Qingshu said awkwardly, realizing his flirting skills were apparently subpar—fooling even a young girl was beyond him.

“Why so flustered? I… I don’t mind,” Wanyan Ping’s blush deepened. “In fact, I’m… quite willing.”

“When you saved me as a kid, I secretly vowed to marry you when I grew up. But then Father betrothed my sister to you. If it were anyone else, I’d have objected on the spot. But she’s always doted on me—I couldn’t fight her for you, especially since I could tell she liked you too. So I buried my feelings. Watching you two live happily was enough for me. I’d made peace with it. But recently, I sensed you might feel something for me too, and it thrilled and scared me…”

“Huh?” Song Qingshu gave a wry smile. He’d jumped off cliffs and sucked poisoned blood to win her over, nearly dying, yet it was his brother-in-law status that swayed her.

“Seeing you risk everything for me today, I finally understood—no more hiding my feelings.” Wanyan Ping’s eyes shimmered as she leaned in, her luscious lips pressing against his.

Song Qingshu never claimed to be a saint. He’d kept his distance from her sister to avoid exposing his identity and jeopardizing Song Yuanqiao’s rescue. But with Wanyan Ping, that wasn’t an issue. She knew Tang Kuo Bian well but not his body’s every detail like her sister did. 

Song Qingshu had no fear of her seeing through him. Plus, he’d been racking his brain for a way to get the antidote to Rouge Drunkenness from her. Now that she was throwing herself at him, why would he refuse?

Sure, she thought he was her brother-in-law, and that pricked his conscience a little. 

But it also added a thrilling edge…

‘Legally speaking, Tang Kuo Bian handed over his women and estate to me before he died. In a way, Wanyan Ping’s one of them,’ Song Qingshu rationalized briefly before losing himself in her sweet k!ss.

Her k!ss was clumsy, but that raw inexperience fueled his desire. Song Qingshu savored her fragrant, tender lips, heat surging through him, wanting to crush her into his embrace.

Feeling his hand slip into her cl0thes, Wanyan Ping was both shy and eager, oblivious as he swiped the Rouge Drunkenness antidote.

With the antidote secured, Song Qingshu considered stopping. But her youthful scent and total surrender overwhelmed him.

Wanyan Ping, too, was swept away. Years of pent-up emotion burst free, driving her recklessly forward. She didn’t care about consequences or facing her sister later. 

One thought consumed her: I want to give myself to him!

Her youthful, vibrant b0dy was taut and elastic, unlike the soft fullness of a married woman. 

Song Qingshu stared, entranced.

“Brother-in-law~” Her voice purred sweetly from her throat. 

Unable to hold back, Song Qingshu pressed himself onto her.

He slowly sheathed his shaft within her gloryhole, breaking the barrier of her maidenhood. Her inner fleshy walls willingly parted, and gently wrapped around his shaft, molding her insides to his shape. 

Wanyan Ping tensed, arms clinging to him, calling out passionately, “Brother-in-law, brother-in-law~” 

Song Qingshu k!ssed her furrowed brow, seeing tears in her eyes, his heart softening.

She smiled shyly. “Stinky brother-in-law, I bit you earlier, but you got your revenge quick.”

“Hahaha,” her words stoked his excitement. Looming over her, he teased, “Don’t you like it?”

Wanyan Ping gasped, meeting his gaze boldly. “I do. I like you bullying me like this. You can do it anytime…” Unlike reserved Han girls, this grassland girl’s confession blazed with heat.

Song Qingshu figured she’d recovered enough. Her ardent murmurs were like lightning igniting a wildfire.

And thus, began the relentless rhythmic clapping of heated flesh… 

Time blurred. 

Even the boldest maiden couldn’t outlast a seasoned rogue. 

Wanyan Ping went from eager combat to disarray, then defeat, and begging for mercy. 

Only then did their fierce battle end.