Song Qingshu could not help but stare. Wanyan Ping had not actually cursed him out? This sort of thing could be as serious or as trivial as one made it; one careless move could ruin a woman's happiness for life. Wanyan Ping's reaction was so mild—was it because she was a grassland woman, with more open-minded views on such matters than those refined young ladies of Jiangnan?
"Hey, why do you keep staring at me?" Unable to endure his unblinking gaze any longer, Wanyan Ping finally blushed.
"Because Ping'er is so adorable. Of course I can't bear to look away," Song Qingshu replied with a grin.
"Pah, what a smooth talker." How could an innocent girl like Wanyan Ping stand against a seasoned veteran who had sampled the finest of humanity's artistic treasures from a later age? That one sentence was enough to overwhelm her, and she promptly rode away.
Song Qingshu could not help feeling smug about his own charm. The same words, spoken by different people, gave women entirely different feelings. If some ugly man dared flirt like that, he would be called a pervert and slapped within moments. Only a charming man could make a girl's heart race while she coyly protested. Clearly, I was that kind of dazzling man.
Watching Wanyan Ping's lovely figure recede, his gaze gradually drifted down to her pert, shapely bottom on horseback and her two round, well-proportioned legs. Song Qingshu sighed inwardly. Judging by looks alone, Wanyan Ping might not compare to her elder sister, Lady of Peach Blossoms. But the vibrant youthfulness she radiated was something the other two lacked.
As for what he had wanted to ask earlier, there was no need to rush. Whatever the answer, they would not be returning to the capital anytime soon. It would