"No wonder you got up so early and started getting angry for no reason." A strange smile appeared on Song Qingshu's face.
"Is it funny?" Seeing his flippant grin, Zhao Min felt a surge of irritation rising in her chest.
Realizing things were going badly, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "I didn't go fooling around last night. I came back early."
Zhao Min snorted and said nothing more. She moved straight up beside him, their faces almost touching.
Looking at her flawless skin from so close, Song Qingshu could not help marveling. Zhao Min had grown up in the Mongol Empire, yet her skin was even fairer and more delicate than that of a Jiangnan woman. She truly was someone blessed by heaven, a gathering of all grace and beauty.
At such close range, Song Qingshu could even smell the fragrance in her hair. His heart began pounding wildly, as though he had turned back into an innocent virgin. What does she mean? Does she want to kiss me? But that doesn't seem like her... Should I take the initiative?
Just as Song Qingshu was caught between hope and anxiety, Zhao Min wrinkled her delicate nose and began sniffing downward. When she reached his left breast and sleeve, she sneered repeatedly. "You still have another woman's scent on you. Don't tell me you spent last night sparring with some girl."
Cold sweat instantly poured down Song Qingshu's back. Only then did he realize he had misunderstood. The scent on him had probably been left behind when he held Qin Keqing yesterday.
Zhao Min straightened up and said lightly, "And she uses cosmetics from Chuyan Workshop. That woman must come from a wealthy and distinguished family. Sometimes I have to admit that the women you pick have fairly good taste."
Song Qingshu