Song Qingshu cursed that little novice monk half to death. If he had not misled him, how could he have instinctively taken the woman in this room for Mu Wanqing?
Thinking back on it now, he had described the prettiest young lady of the Mu Family, yet the little monk had directly assumed he meant Qin Hongmian? Never mind whether Qin Hongmian's age fit that of a Mu Family young lady—was she even prettier than Mu Wanqing?
It seemed that little novice monk preferred mature, gorgeous women. Was that some common failing of young men?
Pah! He was a little novice monk. Instead of properly eating vegetarian meals and reciting Buddhist scriptures, what was he thinking about men for?
Still, Song Qingshu had wronged the little novice monk. The Buddhism practiced in Western Xia was not the Chan Buddhism more prevalent in the Central Plains, but was closer to the Tantric Buddhism introduced from Tibet. Its rules concerning relations between men and women were nowhere near as strict as those of Shaolin Temple.
"D-Don't go..." Song Qingshu suddenly halted. A pair of soft hands had gripped his wrist. Qin Hongmian's voice was now so sweet it cloyed, utterly lacking her usual coldness and fiery temper.
"Eh?" Song Qingshu suddenly stopped walking. It was not because her words had truly moved him, but because he abruptly realized something was wrong.
He had just been scared out of his wits and instinctively wanted to leave this awkward place, so he had failed to notice it. Qin Hongmian's eyes were glazed over, her entire body drenched in fragrant sweat. She radiated astonishing heat and a faint fragrance, her legs clenched tightly together as they occasionally twisted restlessly.
"An aphrodisiac?" Song Qingshu sat down by the bed, opened her eyelids to inspect her pupils,