Song Qingshu came to the room on the other side. Upon entering, he saw Zhao Hu'er sitting on the bed with her eyes half-open and half-closed, her whole body swaying now and then. It made anyone watching break out in a cold sweat, afraid she would topple headfirst onto the floor.
Song Qingshu could not help but laugh. This girl really had nerves of steel. On her wedding night, she had actually fallen asleep by herself. Though she had waited for him half the night, if it had been the more sensitive Zhao Yuanyuan, her mind would surely have been filled with all sorts of wild thoughts by now. How could she possibly have slept?
He stopped the maid from waking her and gestured for her to leave first. Blushing, the young maid smiled as she closed the door for them.
Sitting down beside the bed, Song Qingshu found that from this close up, Zhao Hu'er's fair, rosy skin looked even more delicate, as if it might break at the slightest touch. Every part of her radiated a young girl's vitality and beauty.
Having made her wait half the night, Song Qingshu felt full of tenderness toward her. Just then, Zhao Hu'er swayed and lost her balance. He hurriedly caught her in his arms, moving gently for fear of waking her.
Under normal circumstances, Zhao Hu'er might have already fallen soundly asleep. But today was, after all, her wedding night. No matter how carefree she was, she could not truly have slept that deeply. Feeling the sudden movement, she instinctively woke up.
Discovering that she was lying in a man's arms, she nearly cried out in fright. Only after seeing who it was did she finally let out a breath of relief.
"Did I scare you?" Song Qingshu had not