Thinking of how she had just eagerly thrown herself at him like a cat in heat, taking every initiative to embrace him, Qin Keqing nearly fainted. Especially when she remembered that beneath the blanket, she was naked and lying beside him, she wished the ground would split open so she could crawl inside.
Who is he? Who exactly is he? Qin Keqing could not hear a word Jia Zhen was saying. That single question kept echoing in her mind.
"Keqing, are you still angry with me?" Seeing that Qin Keqing did not answer and merely stared blankly at the ceiling, Jia Zhen looked at her in confusion.
Hearing Jia Zhen approach, Song Qingshu frowned slightly. If the man came to the bed, he would certainly be unable to stay hidden. He could only strike first and subdue him.
Feeling the delicate body beside him trembling faintly, Song Qingshu knew she must have realized she had mistaken him for someone else. With a bitter smile, he quietly patted her hand in comfort. Yet at his touch, Qin Keqing trembled even harder.
"You rest for a while. I'll go interrogate that woman we captured today, then come back to keep you company." Jia Zhen was clearly preoccupied and did not notice anything unusual about Qin Keqing.
At Jia Zhen's words, Song Qingshu, hidden beneath the blanket, immediately pricked up his ears. At last, news of Ren Yingying!
He had originally planned to follow Jia Zhen and see where he had imprisoned Yingying. But instead of leaving the room, Jia Zhen walked toward one of its walls. A creaking sound followed as some mechanism opened.
Curious, Song Qingshu quietly lifted a corner of the blanket and happened to see Jia Zhen vanish into a secret passage in the wall.
"No wonder I searched