At three in the morning, Song Xiaodong left Qingluan's room.
During this time, they indulged to the fullest in the pleasures between a man and a woman, but still didn't break the final barrier.
The more Song Xiaodong behaved like this, the more Qingluan trusted his words. Otherwise, in such a moment, he really had no need to restrain himself, let alone make it so uncomfortable.
Qingluan didn't set any time with Song Xiaodong, she just told him that when she wanted to go, she'd contact him.
Song Xiaodong didn't force her and agreed very readily.
The next morning, Lucy came to Qingluan's room, finding Qingluan still lying in bed, looking lazy.
"Did the head of the Song clan leave?" Lucy asked softly.
"Hmm." Qingluan nodded.
Lucy said, "Princess, the head of the Song clan is truly bold. I think he must know we've laid a trap here for him, yet he still dared to sneak in and see you."
Qingluan's lips curled upward, "He's just a madman."
