"Hey, what are you doing?" Li Qingluo was both embarrassed and angry. She had not expected him to say nothing and seize her hand the moment he arrived. At the same time, worried about waking Xiaolongnü inside, she could only demand in a hushed voice.
"You." Song Qingshu's breathing grew hurried. Shi Xiangyun had left him badly worked up at the Beggar's Clan earlier, and he had finally managed, through immense willpower, to play Liu Xiahui for once. Who would have thought that Tang Saier would stir those flames up again after he returned? Even now, the astonishing springiness of her body kept flashing through his mind. Now that Li Qingluo stood before him in such a seductive pose, how could he possibly endure it?
Li Qingluo was initially stunned, feeling that his answer had nothing to do with her question. Yet she was exceptionally clever and quickly understood what he meant. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson. Her red lips parted, but in the end, she said nothing.
She had originally come to confront him. After all, Song Qingshu had done such things to her last time, and she had to settle the score with him properly. Unfortunately, she had first taken Xiaolongnü to visit her parents' former residence. Now that she finally had some free time and was considering how to make trouble for Song Qingshu, she had never expected him to ignore all convention and catch her completely off guard.
Reason told Li Qingluo that she should decisively shake off his hand, perhaps even slap him. Yet the scorching heat from his palm against her wrist made her feel as though a spark had been ignited inside her as well.
Her heart raced faster and faster. Even without touching them, she could feel her cheeks growing hotter. Seeing