"Because they weren't you." Song Qingshu smiled.
Huang Rong froze, struck in some soft corner of her heart by those ordinary words. She could not help sighing inwardly. This bastard clearly lusted after beautiful women, yet he could still make women feel his sincerity. No wonder he had so many exceptional confidantes around him.
In the moment she was distracted, Song Qingshu went a step further. Huang Rong's heart trembled, and she instinctively wanted to scold him, but then she suddenly thought that it did not seem to be much of a problem. After all, their clothes were still between them... Besides, she was enjoying the feeling a little.
The moment that thought arose, Huang Rong instantly came to her senses. No, I can't keep doing things that betray Jing Gege!
She abruptly stood up, intending to righteously rebuke him. But she had barely opened her mouth when the sedan chair suddenly came to a sharp stop, throwing her forward as she lost her footing.
"Oh no!" Huang Rong's face turned pale. Thinking that falling to the ground might cause a miscarriage or something, her maternal instincts made her instinctively throw herself backward. Fortunately, she had a foundation in martial arts and forcibly overcame the momentum in that instant.
But the price was considerable. Because she had used nearly all her strength to throw herself backward, she completely lost her balance and landed back in Song Qingshu's embrace. For that instant, both of them froze.
Song Qingshu wore a strange expression. "This time, you sat down on me yourself. Don't blame me."
Huang Rong's face instantly turned so red it looked ready to bleed. She wanted to curse him, but at this moment, she could not say a single word.
"Did you get hurt?" Song Qingshu placed a hand on