Seeing Huang Rong's resentful expression, Song Qingshu instantly felt embarrassed. "What are you talking about? Only one person had the antidote, and it took quite a bit of effort for me to get it from her."
"Is that so?" Huang Rong gave him a half-smiling look. Rather than exposing his lie outright, she gestured at the item in his hand. "Some people are still holding onto another young lady's belt."
Only then did Song Qingshu realize that he had actually brought Xue Baochai's belt with him. He could not help feeling extremely awkward. "I was in such a hurry to bring you the antidote that I forgot to return it to her."
"Go give it back to her quickly. A pampered young lady without her belt, surrounded by a group of men, must be terribly flustered." Huang Rong's eyes were full of amusement. Though this man flirted with girls everywhere, the fact that he had remembered to bring her the antidote first still made her somewhat pleased.
"Then rest here for now." Song Qingshu also realized he had been rather inconsiderate. He hurriedly cured the accompanying guards of the poison, then rushed toward the open ground.
"My apologies for keeping you waiting, Miss Xue." Returning to Xue Baochai's side, Song Qingshu took out the antidote and let her smell it. Feeling somewhat guilty, he wanted to make it up to her somehow. Then he saw the belt in his hand and blurted out without thinking, "I'll tie your belt for you."
As he spoke, he leaned over and began tying her belt. Xue Baochai had originally been nauseated by the stench of the antidote, but when she saw him come so close, her entire body suddenly stiffened.
Though he could smell the faint fragrance of the young girl even from