The room fell silent. After a long while, Zhao Min's irritated voice finally came from within. "Are you sick?"
"Of course I am." Song Qingshu laughed. "I'm lovesick. I hope the County Princess can cure me."
"You're the emperor now. Your harem is filled with countless beauties. Go find them to cure you." Zhao Min's voice remained icy.
Song Qingshu deliberately let out a mournful sigh. "But they aren't the ones I miss. How could they cure me? In this world, only the County Princess can cure this illness."
"If Zhou Zhiruo heard that, her expression would surely be spectacular." Zhao Min sneered from inside.
After hitting one wall after another, Song Qingshu could not help growing irritated. "If you don't open the door, I'm coming in. You know that with my skill, this door can't stop me."
Silence was still his only answer. After waiting a while, Song Qingshu simply reached out. Just as he was about to blast the door open with his palm, it opened from within. Zhao Min stood in the doorway, about to say something, when she suddenly lowered her head and looked at the hand on her chest.
Song Qingshu had just made as if to push the door open, while she happened to come out from inside, causing his hand to land directly on Zhao Min's chest.
Zhao Min cried out and hurriedly retreated several steps. Her face flushed as she glared at the man before her. "You lecher!"
Song Qingshu gave an awkward laugh. "Sorry, that was purely an accident."
"An accident?" Zhao Min sneered. "Young Master Song's cultivation has reached the pinnacle. Don't tell me you can't control your strength at will."
"See through it, but don't say it out loud." Song Qingshu showed no embarrassment whatsoever. "Women who are too