Huang Rong's face paled slightly. She hurriedly suppressed her chaotic thoughts, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "The happiest time Jing Gege ever gave me was when he came to Peach Blossom Island to propose, defeated Ouyang Ke, and passed my father's test. That was when I was happiest."
Song Qingshu was instantly dumbfounded. "That counts?"
A sly glint flashed through Huang Rong's eyes. "Why wouldn't it? It fits your question perfectly, doesn't it?"
Only then did Song Qingshu remember that the woman before him had once been a little demoness who gave countless people headaches. He could not help looking dejected. "Fine, you pass."
"Now it's my turn to ask a question, right?" Having dealt with it so easily, Huang Rong no longer had any reservations. Besides, the game had genuinely piqued her interest.
"Go ahead." Song Qingshu looked like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water. His skin was thick, and he had been steeped in all kinds of dirty jokes from a later era. He truly could not think of any reason to fear her questions.
"With so many confidantes around you, who do you love most?" To Song Qingshu's surprise, Huang Rong did not continue with questions of that sort. Instead, she asked something remarkably innocent.
"Who do I love most?" A trace of confusion flashed through Song Qingshu's eyes. Zhou Zhiruo, Xia Qingqing, Bing Xue'er, Ajiu, Dongfang Muxue... One name after another surfaced in his mind. He loved every one of them, but unfortunately, even he did not know whom he loved most.
Looks like I really do have the makings of a stud.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, quickly gathered his thoughts, and said to Huang Rong with a grin, "I love you most."
"Smooth talker, never serious..." Huang Rong was clearly at a