Song Qingshu could not help sincerely praising her. "Rong'er, you're truly beautiful."
Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly felt that taking him in here had been a mistake. "I'm not one of those little girls you've deceived. Go wash up already. I'll find you some clean clothes."
Song Qingshu jumped down from the windowsill. "These soaking-wet clothes are uncomfortable as hell." In no time, he stripped off his clothes and climbed into the bath barrel.
Huang Rong's face reddened. She hurried to the side to look for clothes and stopped looking in his direction.
"This water smells wonderful." Song Qingshu swished the water in the tub and could not help sighing.
Hearing that, Huang Rong nearly fell flat on her face. She pulled out a set of clothes from the wardrobe and hurled them at him. "Hurry up and wash. Stop talking so much."
Song Qingshu swiftly caught them, smiling faintly. "Are these Brother Guo's clothes?"
Huang Rong nodded. "They're old clothes from before. Don't mind them."
Song Qingshu said with a smile, "Anything Brother Guo used must be of excellent quality. Why would I mind?"
Huang Rong glared at him angrily. With her intelligence, how could she fail to hear the hidden implication in his words? Just as she was about to get angry, Huang Yaoshi's transmitted voice drifted over from afar. "Rong'er, come out for dinner once you're done. Father specially brewed medicine to stabilize the pregnancy and ward off the cold."
"Coming~" Huang Rong answered, then glared at Song Qingshu and whispered, "I'm going out first. Be smart and don't make any noise that gets you discovered."
Song Qingshu waved his hand. "Don't worry. I don't want your father to throw me out again."
Only then did Huang Rong wrap herself in an outer robe