Song Qingshu and the others chatted as they walked into Lou Wai Lou. Who would have expected someone to suddenly rush out from inside? Song Qingshu had reacted in time, but remembering Jia Baoyu's foppish demeanor, he could not expose his martial arts. He could only pretend to be too slow to react and stand there stupidly.
Who knew that Wanyan Chongjie's attention was entirely on the Xuanming Elders behind her? She was running too fast, and by the time she noticed someone in front of her, it was already too late. She crashed headfirst into Song Qingshu's chest.
Had an ordinary person been struck by her at that speed, they would have suffered at least one or two broken ribs. But Song Qingshu's body was protected by true qi, and he instantly dissipated most of the force.
Worried that the rebounding force might hurt her, Song Qingshu instinctively reached out to steady her. Wanyan Chongjie reacted quickly as well. Feeling herself collide with someone, she instinctively borrowed the force to change direction and flee to the side—only to run straight into Song Qingshu's outstretched hand.
An intoxicatingly soft sensation filled his palm, and Song Qingshu's expression turned strange. This time, he truly had no intention of taking advantage of her. Who would have thought she would take the initiative to slam her chest into his palm?
Wanyan Chongjie lowered her head and glanced at the lecherous hand on her chest, nearly fainting from rage. Murderous intent flashed through her eyes, but then the Xuanming Elders' shouts reached her ears. Her eyes shifted, and a plan immediately came to mind.
"Young Master, save me! These bad people are bullying me." Wanyan Chongjie changed expressions with astonishing speed. She immediately put on a pitiful, tear-streaked appearance, looking as though she were