At midday, the room was a battlefield, and under the display of Song Guanchao's Eighteen Martial Arts, Qu Xiangru's modesty had long been discarded.
More than half an hour later, Song Guanchao lay on the bed, panting, while Qu Xiangru lay beside him, her cheeks rosy and strands of hair clinging to beads of sweat, looking enchanting.
Song Guanchao moved toward the head of the bed, glanced at her, and asked, "Jiangzhou's economy declined last year, the province must be quite dissatisfied, right?"
Qu Xiangru lifted her eyes slightly, "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
Then she added, "Are you worried about your Wu Qiangwei?"
"..." Song Guanchao's mouth twitched, he reached out and pulled her in, toying with her lightly, and was panting heavily within seconds.
Half an hour later, Qu Xiangru was completely drained, her limbs weakened.
"Does the province have any opinions about the city?" Song Guanchao asked.
