Song Qingshu smiled as slyly as a fox. "If I didn't do this, how would you two have the nerve to come over?"
Zhao Yuanyuan flushed and rose to leave. Zhao Hu'er had not particularly wanted to go, but seeing her sister get up, she was too embarrassed to remain and could only follow suit.
Song Qingshu grew anxious and immediately grabbed their hands. "Hey, you're already here. Why leave now?"
Zhao Yuanyuan lowered her head, her face red. "It really isn't proper."
Seeing Zhao Hu'er hurriedly agreeing at the side, Song Qingshu could not help saying, "It's not as though we haven't been together like this before. What's improper about it?"
The two young women could not help recalling the danger they had faced in the Jin Imperial Palace. In order to bring down the Crown Prince, Prince Wei and the other two had put on an act. Remembering the seductive details of it, even Zhao Hu'er, carefree as she was, could not stop her cheeks from reddening.
"That... was different." After thinking for a long while, Zhao Yuanyuan finally squeezed out an excuse that was not really an excuse.
"How was it different?" Song Qingshu looked at her teasingly.
"It was just different." Zhao Yuanyuan did not know how to explain it, and her face was turning red with anxiety.
Zhao Hu'er also said softly, "Brother Song, this really isn't very good."
Song Qingshu had originally thought it did not matter, but seeing both young women stubbornly insisting with troubled expressions, he suddenly realized that he could not indulge himself at the cost of making them bear criticism they should never have had to endure. Besides, this was their joyous wedding day, and he did not want to leave them with even the slightest unhappiness.
With that thought,