411 Shall We Have a Friendly Match?

"It's fine. You should go now; your wife's more important. Just come by anytime you want…" Song Qincheng told him as she dismounted him and straightened her bathrobe.

Chen Xiaobei was dismayed and unable to react all of a sudden. Meanwhile, Song Qincheng had turned away from him and was combing her hair calmly at the dressing table. With the hormones disappearing from the air, the aura of a mature and prim woman now filled the room.

"Are you really fine with that?" Chen Xiaobei looked at her pretty face through the mirror and asked in a rather guilty tone.

"I'm a married woman too. Why should I mind? Go now, I'll give you my virginity whatever happens. No rush!" Song Qincheng smiled, before pausing and turning to give him a stare that tells him he should get going.

"Right then, I shall take my leave," Chen Xiaobei said, straightening his clothes as he left. "Just call me if you need me."