A Jiu removed the mask from her face. Though she spoke lightly, her tone was filled with determination. Xia Qingqing could not help but regard her with newfound respect. All along, she had thought A Jiu was gentle and weak by nature, never expecting her to be soft on the outside but strong within.
"A Jiu, I'll always stay by your side." Xia Qingqing went over and hugged her tightly.
As the two women mourned in silence, a teasing voice suddenly came from the doorway. "Taking a general's head from the midst of ten thousand troops may be difficult, but it isn't entirely impossible."
Hearing that familiar voice, both women trembled and abruptly turned around. A handsome man stood in the doorway with a faint smile. Who else could it be but Song Qingshu?
"Song Lang!"
"Brother Song!"
At first, disbelief appeared on their lovely faces. Before long, they finally came to their senses and rushed toward him.
Song Qingshu smiled and opened his arms, pulling one woman into each side of his embrace. "Did you miss me?" "Hateful~" The two women coquettishly complained. Although they were now as close as sisters, serving the same husband inevitably left them somewhat embarrassed. Under normal circumstances, they would never have so readily allowed Song Qingshu to hold them both at once. But they had spent day and night worrying over his safety, and now that they knew he was unharmed, their excitement made them forget such concerns.
Seeing their fair, delicate skin, each with her own charm and sweetness, Song Qingshu's appetite was stirred. He lowered his head and kissed each of them on the cheek.
A Jiu and Xia Qingqing frowned. After their initial joy faded, they gradually regained their composure. For some reason, this Song Qingshu carried an entirely unfamiliar