Chapter 1039 Transaction

Cheng Yaojia blushed and silently took off her clothes. Her two snow-white arms were exposed to the moonlight, making her look even more crystal clear.

Maybe it was because the cold was in the middle of the night, or maybe it was because she was too nervous, and a layer of trembling bumps gradually rose into her skin exposed to the air.

Song Qingshu was a little stunned and didn't react for a while. The first reaction in her mind was whether the buttons of her clothes were broken by the wind in He Yuan just now?

After all, with Cheng Yaojia's ladylike personality, it is impossible for him to take the initiative to take off his clothes in front of a man other than his husband.

Until Cheng Yaojia reached out and started taking off her second piece of clothes, Song Qingshu finally reacted and hurriedly stepped forward and held her hand: What is Madam?

Cheng Yaojia lowered her head, unable to see the expression on her face clearly, only seeing her red ears, she only heard her say in an inauspicious voice: You and Lu Lang and the others have no relatives and no reason, it is too embarrassing to ask you to save them...

Song Qingshu was immediately amazed and laughed: Madam, you misunderstood. I am definitely not trying to threaten you on purpose, but...

I know you are very good, Cheng Yaojia raised his head and looked at him with a pair of watery big eyes. You have saved me several times. I am not the kind of person who is more greedy and will not pretend to know nothing and let you save people in vain.

Song Qingshu hurriedly said: I am trying to find a way to save them, don't misunderstand...

Cheng Yaojia smiled and shook her head: You are kind to me and are willing to help for me, I am very grateful.But you are a high-ranking official of the Jin Kingdom after all, and Song and Jin have always been incompatible. Seeing that the Southern Song Dynasty mission was in trouble, you have already done your best to do anything without taking advantage of the situation. How could I be at ease and trouble you again and again?

But you are in a high position and have good martial arts skills. I really can't think of any reward that will interest you. After thinking about it, maybe you will be interested in my body. Cheng Yaojia's face turned red and he continued, I hope you don't dislike me for marrying someone.

How could I dislike you for marrying someone!Song Qingshu replied subconsciously, and only after answering, he realized that it was wrong and smiled embarrassedly, "I don't mean that, I'm not asking you to repay me like this."

Song Qingshu asked himself, and he was indeed very interested in this shy young woman, but when he got her like this, he always felt that something was missing.

Now he has passed by the flowers and has long been a person who has long been separated from the low-level interests.

A cold wind blew outside the door, Cheng Yaojia had a cold war, subconsciously hugged his arms, and said resentfully: Are you just letting me stand at the door?

Look at my memory!Song Qingshu slapped his forehead, mainly because her previous behavior was too unexpected, which made him feel a little confused for a moment.

Hearing the sound of guards patrolling footsteps coming from the corridor outside, Song Qingshu hurriedly ran over and closed the door. Although Cheng Yaojia was someone else's wife, he didn't want her body to be seen by another man.

After closing the door, Song Qingshu hurriedly took off his coat. Cheng Yaojia's face turned even more violently, and he stood there trembling, like a weak and beautiful orchid.

Song Qingshu's cultivation level was so good that he could not realize that her heart beat faster several levels. He hurriedly explained: Madam, don't misunderstand, I didn't take off my clothes for...

He opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain it better, so he simply left it to the action to explain it.

He walked up and put his coat on her, and Song Qingshu said softly: Madam, you don’t have to do this. I have a sincere relationship with you, and I am definitely not the kind of despicable villain who takes advantage of others’ danger.

Cheng Yaojia shook his body and tears flowed down: You are the Grand Marshal of the Jin Kingdom. What kind of beauty you have never seen before? How could you take me, a woman who has married, seriously? I blame me for not knowing myself. I also want to use this as a condition to ask you to save Lu Lang and the others...

Seeing the woman in front of her crying, Song Qingshu was stunned. Although he passed by the flowers, sometimes he still didn't understand what a woman thought. He was a gentleman at this time. Shouldn't she be happy? Why did she cry?

Don’t misunderstand, your wife is as beautiful as a flower, dignified and virtuous as she is fatally attractive to any man.Song Qingshu hurriedly explained.

Cheng Yaojia's sob gradually stopped: Could it be that I have married?

Song Qingshu looked speechless, what is this and what Ah, and subconsciously explained: Ah who has married someone is good, and only women who have married someone know how to serve men happier, uh...

Halfway through speaking, Song Qingshu suddenly realized something was wrong. Cheng Yaojia really showed a shy expression and turned around: You... you are good or bad.

The beauty was angry and angry, but her voice was endlessly delicate and charming. Song Qingshu felt warm in her heart, and she walked up and hugged her in her arms from behind: How did Madam know that I was bad?

The two of them are now tightly pressing each other, and Cheng Yaojia's soft and perky buttocks are just pressing against Song Qingshu's lower abdomen. Feeling the hard oppression of the man behind him, Cheng Yaojia's voice trembled a little: Are you... just doing something bad to me now?

Is that true?Song Qingshu hugged her soft body and couldn't bear to let go, and his lower abdomen began to slowly rub her body.

Cheng Yaojia blushed even more violently. The woman's reserve made her subconsciously want to escape, but then she thought of the purpose of coming here, so she had to bite her lip and endure the shame from her body.

Song Qingshu gently slid his fingers across her face, and finally stopped on the hair on her temples, and exclaimed gently: How does the lady take care of her hair on weekdays, so smooth and bright?

If a man dared to put his hand on her cheek on weekdays, she would have slapped him back in shame, but now the man behind him has not just put his hand on her cheek?

But she could only bear the shame at all, and at the same time she had to answer his question in a trembling voice: You men don’t understand these things about your daughter’s family.

That's true.Song Qingshu nodded in agreement and casually unbuttoned the bun on her head. The lady's hair looked better with a scattered look.

The man behind him could hear his breathing, and his skin on his neck could feel his steel needle-like beard. Cheng Yaojia's body trembled even harder: We Han... Han women, after getting married, all their hair must be...combed.

The hair is spread out and the hair is combed with the beauty of the hair.Song Qingshu said in her ear.

Feeling the other person's hand gently rubbing his soft hair, Cheng Yaojia seemed to have an illusion, as if his skin was being touched by him so freely.