Song Qingshu was somewhat dissatisfied. "It was only because you knew my secret, and because you're exceptionally clever, that you could deduce the truth afterward. If it had been anyone else, who would have known that I was the one calling the shots behind the scenes in Western Xia now?"
Zhao Min nodded at this. "That's true. If I hadn't had Liao Country as an example, seeing Western Xia in such chaos, I wouldn't have thought in that direction."
"Fortunately, no one in the world is as clever as my Minmin." Song Qingshu smiled and pulled her into his arms. "When do you plan to leave?"
Zhao Min turned around and looped an arm around his neck, her eyes shimmering. "I'd already packed almost everything and was about to set off. But since you've returned, I can leave a little later."
As soon as she finished speaking, she rose on tiptoe and kissed him. Song Qingshu was startled, but quickly relaxed. Wrapping his arms around her slender waist, he drew her into his embrace and savored her sweet, scorching kiss to his heart's content...
Who knew how much time had passed? Zhao Min, her face flushed, fastened the buttons of her clothes as she asked in a coquettish voice, "Is my hair messy?" Her inexplicably rosy skin, together with the faint moisture in her starry eyes, all revealed just how much pleasure she had experienced moments ago.
Song Qingshu reclined halfway across the bed, admiring her graceful, captivating figure. "Your hair looks good no matter how it is. Like this, you look languid and noble."
"So it is messy?" Zhao Min hurriedly found a bronze mirror and examined herself. "It's all your fault. You insisted on grabbing my hair like that just now..."
Song Qingshu chuckled. "I think you look