"Are you sure?" Song Qingshu frowned slightly. To be honest, he could not figure out what Zhao Min was thinking anymore.
"Are you coming over or not?" Zhao Min's mildly annoyed yet coquettish expression melted Song Qingshu's heart, and he hurriedly sidled over with a grin.
"Crouch down a little." Seeing Song Qingshu standing beside the bathtub and looking down at her, Zhao Min's face reddened. She hurriedly pressed herself against the tub wall. Fortunately, a thick layer of petals covered the water's surface, or he would have seen everything.
"You really want to kiss me?" Song Qingshu stared at her wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.
"Stop wasting words and crouch down already," Zhao Min snapped.
Though Song Qingshu found it rather strange, he crouched down as instructed. Just as he was about to turn back and say something to Zhao Min, she leaned her head over, and a pair of soft lips pressed tightly against his.
Song Qingshu froze, while Zhao Min recoiled as though struck by lightning, both embarrassed and angry. "Why did you suddenly turn your head?" She had only intended to kiss Song Qingshu on the cheek, but when he turned around so suddenly, their lips met instead.
Song Qingshu touched his lips. The lingering fragrance of the beauty still seemed to remain there, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "You never said I wasn't allowed to turn around."
"Scoundrel!" Zhao Min spat lightly, turning her head aside. "Fine, now that I've kissed you, it's time for you to keep your promise and let me go."
"So the County Princess has long been smitten with me," Song Qingshu said with a grin.
"Don't get any wild ideas," Zhao Min hurriedly said. "I only did it to maximize the benefits of our negotiation. Compared