As soon as he finished speaking, he reached into the water and hauled Qin Hongmian out, then snatched up the clothes beside the large rock with his other hand and quickly wrapped them around her.
Unfortunately, clothes were neither towels nor blankets. How could they possibly cover her properly in such haste? His hands met nothing but fair, slick skin. Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly composed himself.
"Ah~" Qin Hongmian cried out, her face flushing crimson as she struggled desperately. But she immediately realized that struggling would only make the clothes cover even less of her body. Both ashamed and furious, she snapped, "What are you doing?!"
Song Qingshu pushed off with the tip of his foot and dashed down the mountain, saying gravely as he ran, "Li Qiushui and Ding Chunqiu are going down to check on Li Yuanhao. You know perfectly well what state Li Yuanhao is in now. If they see him, things will blow up. And Jietan Temple isn't far from here. With their lightness skills, they'll arrive before long. If we wait for you to get dressed, it'll be too late." That was why he had no choice but to act decisively. If the distance had been greater, he could still have relied on his lightness skill to overtake them afterward. But the distance was simply too short, and Li Qiushui and Ding Chunqiu's martial arts were far too formidable. He was no immortal—how could he afford to waste so much time?
Of course, a large part of the reason he acted this way was because he came from a later age. To him, Qin Hongmian's current state was no different from those women in bikinis on later-era beaches, and those bikinis were clearly far more revealing. Though he knew it