The Two Faces of a Beauty

Wanyan Ping suddenly looked up and happened to catch Song Qingshu's gaze. A blush slowly rose from her neck, and she instinctively gave him a push, huffing irritably. "Put on the rest yourself. I'll wait for you at the main gate." Leaving those words behind, she ran out without looking back.

Song Qingshu secretly despised himself for a moment, then hurriedly finished dressing. Fortunately, Wanyan Ping had already helped him put on most of it. By the time he reached the main gate, she was sitting atop a Little Red Horse, her expression making it clear that she had grown somewhat impatient from waiting.

When she saw Song Qingshu emerge, Wanyan Ping's eyes lit up. She could not help saying, "Brother-in-law, you may be a little ugly, but in these clothes, you do look rather valiant."

Song Qingshu smiled. "Of course. Who do you think dressed me in this outfit?"

Wanyan Ping blushed and muttered softly, "My sister was the one who prepared these clothes. What does that have to do with me?" With that, she squeezed her legs against the horse's belly and rode off, leaving behind a string of silvery laughter. "Brother-in-law, come catch me. Let's see whose horsemanship is better."

"Catch you?" Song Qingshu's expression turned exceedingly strange. Wanyan Ping's words reminded him of a famous dirty joke from his previous life: You chase me. If you catch me, then I'll let you... hehehe...

But seeing Wanyan Ping's skilled riding, and how she was already about to vanish at the end of the street in the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu had little confidence that he could catch her. After all, he had transmigrated from the future, and in his former world, he had never even ridden a horse. Though he had ridden quite a few