Cheng Yaojia's mind was completely blank. Only when Song Qingshu pried apart her lips, parted her pearly teeth, and their tongues touched did she finally come back to her senses. She shoved him away and fled aside like a startled rabbit, leaving only her back to him. Her slender figure trembled faintly in the cold night wind, looking especially fragile and pitiable.
Song Qingshu felt somewhat awkward as well. What he had done just now had been purely instinctive. How could a shy, modest woman like her endure such behavior from him?
"Just now..."
Song Qingshu had barely begun to speak when Cheng Yaojia cut him off. "Nothing happened just now."
"Uh..." Since she had put it that way, Song Qingshu could not say much else. "How about I return this brocade handkerchief to you, Madam?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Song Qingshu wished he could slap himself. Had it been so long since he had practiced that he was now acting like an inexperienced young lad?
Hearing him, Cheng Yaojia's body indeed trembled. Yet her answer caught him by surprise. "It is already dirty anyway. You can keep it."
Song Qingshu could not help freezing. What did that mean?
"Why did you risk your life to save me just now, Madam?" Recalling how Cheng Yaojia had fearlessly shielded him in He Garden, Song Qingshu was deeply moved.
"I... I do not know why either. My mind was completely blank at the time," Cheng Yaojia said distractedly. "Perhaps I thought that if you had not tried to save me, you would not have fallen into danger..."
"Could it not be because you could not bear to see me die?" Song Qingshu stepped before her and asked softly.
"Please conduct yourself with dignity, sir!" Cheng Yaojia bit her lip,