Song Qingshu's expression turned strange. He could only remain frozen in his previous posture, afraid that he might make this delicate, tear-streaked girl cry again.
But their current position was far too intimate, an immense torment for Song Qingshu. To distract himself and ease the awkwardness between them, he hastily asked, "Nan Xian... little sister, how did you end up here?"
He had originally intended to call her Miss Yelü or Miss Nan Xian, but having just bullied her, those forms of address seemed overly distant. Thus, when the words reached his lips, he changed them to little sister Nan Xian.
Yelü Nanxian was not paying attention to that at all and did not notice the change in address. Upon hearing him, she said angrily, "Wasn't it all because of that Madam Lu you mentioned!"
"Cheng Yaojia?" Song Qingshu looked utterly incredulous. "How could it be..." Cheng Yaojia had always seemed shy and bashful in his eyes. He truly could not imagine that this had been her doing.
"How could it not be?" Yelü Nanxian said indignantly. "I was resting in my room when she suddenly rushed in. Without saying a word, she sealed my acupoints and brought me to this room. Then... then she took off my clothes and put me on the bed. Not long after that, you came in..."
"This really was a misunderstanding. I thought the person in the room was... was..." Song Qingshu looked embarrassed, not knowing how to explain the whole affair.
"You thought it was Madam Lu, didn't you?" Yelü Nanxian sneered. "One of you is a married woman, and the other is a married man. Sneaking around together like this, you really are an adulterous pair."
Song Qingshu was displeased. "We're in love with each other. How is it as filthy as