"This little girl..." Thinking of Wanyan Chongjie's shy, anxious expression when she left, Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. No wonder she had clenched her teeth and refused to say anything whenever he asked what was wrong. How could she possibly bring herself to speak of something like this?
Song Qingshu lifted the bed curtains and sat down on the bed, beginning to ponder: Should I take the meat that has been delivered right to my mouth or not?
He had always thought Puchai Alihu was setting a Hongmen Banquet for him, but it had turned out to be a honey trap, leaving him unable to advance or retreat. Especially when he thought of Wanyan Chongjie's breathtaking beauty, touched with a hint of youthful innocence, Song Qingshu could not help feeling his blood heat up. He had to admit that little girl truly was a disaster, a temptress capable of making any man's heart race.
Yet Song Qingshu shook his head and ultimately suppressed the impulse in his heart. This muddled situation was far too absurd. There would be plenty of time to win Wanyan Chongjie; there was no need to be so impatient. Only a slow simmer could bring out the sweetest fruit.
"Um... I should be going back..." Just as Song Qingshu was about to rise, the girl, who had been watching his every movement from the bed, grew anxious. She abruptly sat up and wrapped her slender, soft arms around him.
"Don't go..." The girl's voice trembled violently. She was clearly terrified to the extreme, so frightened that even her voice had changed.
Song Qingshu keenly sensed the delicate, warm body behind him. She was completely naked!
At tonight's banquet, he had been accompanied by two beauties, one older and one younger. Not wishing to spoil the mood, Song