Who knew Song Qingshu remained unmoved, simply standing there. "Get changed. I'll wait for you."
Ruan Xingzhu forced a smile. "You must be joking, Young Master. How am I supposed to change?"
Song Qingshu walked to the edge of the wooden tub and hooked a finger beneath her delicate, smooth chin, looking down at her. "Do you think I'm joking, Madam?"
Ruan Xingzhu's expression changed. She opened her mouth, yet did not know what to say.
Only then did Song Qingshu continue, "Have you already forgotten what happened that night? What part of your body doesn't bear my marks? Do I really need to avert my eyes?"
Ruan Xingzhu hurriedly explained, "What happened that day was only an accident. I... I was Ren Yingying then..."
"How much longer will you keep deceiving yourself?" Song Qingshu snorted, cutting her off. "Whether it was unintentional or you deliberately tried to seduce me, I don't really care. I came this time to confirm one matter with you."
"Please give your orders, Young Master. So long as I can do it, I will not hesitate even if it means death ten thousand times over," Ruan Xingzhu hurriedly said.
"Don't try to fob me off with pretty words." Song Qingshu remained unmoved. "If I told you to warm my bed, would you still not hesitate even if it meant death ten thousand times over?"
Ruan Xingzhu's expression shifted slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and giggled. "If Young Master does not disdain this willow-like body of mine, I would be willing to serve you."
Facing an ace spy whose acting skills put Oscar-winning actresses to shame, Song Qingshu had no idea which of her words were true and which were false. Naturally, he did not take her offer to "serve" him seriously. He went