The moment the sedan chair stopped, Cheng Yaojia was caught off guard. Carried by momentum, she fell straight into Song Qingshu's arms. The sedan bearers originally assigned to him were all experienced men, steady when lifting and stopping the chair. Unfortunately, Cheng Yaojia had been so flustered by Song Qingshu's gaze just now that she had not noticed the chair coming to a stop, and by sheer coincidence, she ended up falling into his arms again.
Song Qingshu admired her character, so this time he did not take advantage of the opportunity. He merely helped her up gently. "Madam Lu, be careful."
"Th... thank you." In Cheng Yaojia's mind, men all smelled foul, even her husband Lu Guanying. Unless he bathed several times, she would not even let him into her room. Yet this man carried a pleasant scent, unlike any costly incense in the world. It was a natural fragrance; if she had to compare it to something, it was the scent of sunlight.
"I fear I will have to wrong you a little next. With so many people watching outside, it would not be proper for me to treat you like an honored guest." Through her collar, Song Qingshu could vaguely see a flush gradually spreading over her pale, slender neck. He secretly found it amusing. In The Legend of the Condor Heroes, she had been exceedingly shy and reserved. He had not expected her to remain so bashful even after being married for so many years.
"I understand." Cheng Yaojia murmured in assent.
Having informed her beforehand, Song Qingshu did not delay further. He intended to find a rope and symbolically bind her hands, so she would at least look like a prisoner.
Unfortunately, where would a rope be found inside a sedan chair? Song Qingshu looked