Cheng Yaojia blushed and silently took off her clothes. Her two snow-white, jade-like arms were exposed beneath the moonlight, appearing even more crystalline and flawless. Perhaps the late-night chill was biting, or perhaps she was simply too nervous, but a fine layer of goosebumps gradually rose over her exposed skin.
Song Qingshu stared in stunned silence, unable to react for a moment. His first thought was whether the palm wind back at He Garden had shattered the fastenings on her clothes. Given Cheng Yaojia's upbringing as a well-bred young lady, she would never voluntarily take off her clothes in front of a man other than her husband.
Only when Cheng Yaojia reached for the second garment did Song Qingshu finally come to his senses. He hurried forward and pressed down her hand. "Madam, what are you doing?"
Cheng Yaojia lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression. All he could see were her crimson ears as she said in an almost inaudible voice, "You have no family ties or friendship with Lu Lang and the others. Asking you to save them is truly asking too much..."
Song Qingshu could not help laughing bitterly. "Madam, you have misunderstood. I did not bring you back to deliberately coerce you. It was because..."
"I know you are a good person." Cheng Yaojia raised her head and gazed at him with those large, watery eyes. "You have saved me several times already. I am not the sort of person who keeps demanding more. I will not pretend not to understand and make you save people for nothing."
Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "I am trying to find a way to save them. Please do not misunderstand..."
Cheng Yaojia smiled and shook her head. "You have treated me well and are willing to help