Saving Him with Her Body

One of them had white hair and a youthful face. Though his head was full of white hair, the skin on his face was as smooth as a baby's, without the slightest wrinkle. He stood there casually, his eyes constantly darting about, with none of an elder's composure. He looked... he looked more like a child.

The other was lean and gaunt, tall and slender, dressed in a long blue scholar's robe with a square headscarf of the same color. He had the appearance of a refined gentleman. Song Qingshu took one look and silently praised him. Elegant and striking, poised yet unrestrained. He must have driven countless young women mad when he was younger.

When Huang Rong saw the two men clearly, especially the scholar's face, her face turned deathly pale. She instinctively shoved Song Qingshu.

With outsiders present, Song Qingshu realized that his actions had been somewhat improper. He hurriedly withdrew his hand from Huang Rong's collar and stared solemnly at the two men. "I have never met either of you. May I ask how I have offended you?"

He could naturally tell that both men were masters no weaker than Western Venom Ouyang Feng. He therefore abandoned his previous arrogance, unwilling to inexplicably offend two supreme experts.

The white-haired, youthful-faced old man darted aside and pointed at the scholar. "He was the one who ambushed you just now. It had nothing to do with me."

The scholar's face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. He ignored Song Qingshu's question and merely looked quietly at Huang Rong. "Rong'er, did this lecherous thief bully you?"

Huang Rong's face paled. Her feelings were incomparably complicated at that moment, and she did not know whether to answer yes or no. She simply froze there.

Song Qingshu's expression immediately