"Then were you putting on an act in front of me too?" Song Qingshu slipped both hands beneath her arms, lifted her up, and set her on his lap so that she faced him. He studied her expression with displeasure.
Held up like a little girl by him, Zhao Min's heart trembled. In that instant, she felt a man's virile presence; before a man, a woman seemed utterly incapable of resisting. "Hehe, how could putting on an act mean giving away my body too?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "Who can say? What if it's a honey trap? I happen to love falling for honey traps."
Zhao Min looped her arms around his neck and pouted. "You're holding me while thinking about other women. I'm getting jealous."
Her coquettish murmur made his whole body go weak. Song Qingshu laughed. "With the County Princess's intelligence, no matter how many women there are, how could they possibly be your match? Take Yelü Nanxian and A'zi, for example. With just a few words, you sent them away—and could probably make them count the money after being sold."
Zhao Min giggled. "Why does a man need to be so clever? Besides, didn't you agree too?"
Song Qingshu looked depressed. "I was wondering whether one day, Zhiruo and the others might get sold by you as well."
"Rest assured, your little sister Zhiruo looks as pure as a little white rabbit, but she's actually sly as a fox. It'd be good enough if she didn't sell me off." Zhao Min snorted, clearly harboring a deep grudge against Zhou Zhiruo.
Song Qingshu was speechless. He knew those two women loved and hated each other, and would probably stay tangled up for the rest of their lives. He decisively changed the subject. "All right, it's about time to remove