Feeling the soft, tender little hand of the young woman in his, Song Qingshu suddenly felt somewhat guilty. After all, Xue Baochai thought he was Jia Baoyu. If they had not grown up together, and if she had not been worried about her brother's safety, she would never have made such a move.
Why did this make me feel like some creepy old uncle? Song Qingshu let her lead him along, inwardly despising himself. He had impersonated others before and encountered no shortage of similar situations, so why was he acting so precious now? Had he spent so long being a whore that he wanted to set up a memorial arch for chastity?
By the time Song Qingshu finished mocking himself, she had already pulled him to Hua Yuyan's room. Since Hua Yuyan and Xue Pan had lingered outside for a while, the two of them had arrived first instead.
Xue Baochai had come from the Imperial City Department, so her professional skills were beyond question. With Song Qingshu beside her to bolster her courage, she quickly regained her composure. She casually removed a hairpin, pried open the window, and led him inside.
"Are we really going in? What if they're doing something inappropriate for children in there? Wouldn't it be bad for us to watch from the sidelines?" Song Qingshu said gleefully.
Xue Baochai shot him a glare. "I can't let my brother take risks. If we're too far away, I'm worried I won't be able to protect him in time."
Song Qingshu nodded to himself. The girl really was meticulous.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. Xue Baochai grabbed Song Qingshu and hid behind a folding screen.
"What if they come over here later?" Cramped into the narrow space together, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that today's weather... was