The Excited King of Hailing

Although she knew Song Qingshu was spouting nonsense, what woman did not like hearing praise for her beauty? Huang Rong had been in a foul mood, but his teasing made her tremble with laughter, two rosy clouds rising on her cheeks as she chided, "How can you be so absurd?"

Song Qingshu chuckled. "Who was it that said she would agree to any condition of mine? I only made such a simple request, and you still refuse?"

"You also said just now that you wanted nothing in return. Besides... besides..." Huang Rong shot him a bashful glare. "How could I possibly bring myself to say something like that?"

No matter how Song Qingshu threatened or wheedled, Huang Rong refused to call him Brother Qingshu. In the end, after he pestered her relentlessly, each of them gave a little and they finally reached an agreement—Song Qingshu could call her Younger Sister Rong'er when they were alone, but Huang Rong would never call him Brother Qingshu.

"Younger Sister Rong'er~" Song Qingshu deliberately drew out the last syllable as he gazed at the beautiful mature woman before him.

Huang Rong's lovely face reddened as though it might drip with water. She nodded faintly and made an almost inaudible sound. "Mm."

"Younger Sister Rong'er, this is where you're wrong. Why didn't you answer when I called you?" Song Qingshu said, deliberately putting on a stern face.

"I clearly did answer you." Huang Rong knew Song Qingshu was teasing her on purpose, and she became both embarrassed and anxious.

"But I didn't hear it, Younger Sister Rong'er~" Song Qingshu spread his hands, looking utterly innocent.

Huang Rong's heart trembled. After all, only those closest to her called her "Rong'er." Over the past decade, she had barely seen either her father Huang Yaoshi or her master