As Huo Qingtong spoke, she grew more and more heartbroken. If not for her naturally strong character, tears would probably have already streamed down her face. Yet after talking for so long, Wang Yuyan remained unmoved. Sorrow welled up within her. That woman was probably already Song's, accustomed to such things. And here she was, foolishly trying to persuade her. How laughable.
Wang Yuyan finally spoke in confusion. "But I was the one who took off your clothes last night."
Huo Qingtong was in the depths of despair when she suddenly heard those words and froze. "Huh?"
"Brother Song rescued you last night and said you had been drugged. He said you would be fine after a good night's rest, so he asked me to look after you." Wang Yuyan seemed a little embarrassed. "I saw that your clothes were rather dirty, so I took it upon myself to change them for you. I'm not very good at caring for people either, so I hope you won't mind."
In truth, Song Qingshu had not wanted Wang Yuyan to look after Huo Qingtong either. Wang Yuyan herself was a pampered young lady who had probably never cared for anyone in her life. But Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui, who were traveling with them, were both people who killed without batting an eye. Naturally, he could not ask them to care for a junior. As for Li Qinglu, she still had to warm his bed. That left only Wang Yuyan to shoulder the burden—he could hardly ask Jiumozhi to do it.
At Wang Yuyan's reminder, Huo Qingtong finally recalled vaguely smelling a sweet fragrance the night before. So that was the scent of Wang Yuyan's bedchamber. As for her clothes, they had indeed become rather disheveled during her fight with Huo Du