Song Qingshu could not be blamed for his mischievous taste. Compared to a male assassin reeking of sweat, a female assassin was naturally far more pleasing to the eye. With his martial arts, no one should have been able to throw herself into his arms like this. But in that instant, he had seen her alluring curves clearly, so he deliberately lowered his guard and let her crash right into his embrace.
He casually groped her, his hand meeting nothing but warm, soft smoothness. Song Qingshu felt as though he had returned to those innocent days of his youth. He knew perfectly well that such behavior was terribly tasteless, but... he liked it.
"Miss, are you all right?" Song Qingshu helped the woman up as a matter of course. He knew when to stop. What he had done just now could still be passed off as accidental, but if he kept going, the girl was not a fool.
When the female assassin saw Song Qingshu's face clearly, her body trembled. She instinctively staggered several steps back, stopping only when her back hit the door.
A black cloth covered her face, and the eyes exposed above it seemed filled with terror. Even Song Qingshu was rather depressed. "I'm not that scary-looking, am I?"
"Over there!" The sound of the woman striking the door had alerted the guards of the Admiral's Mansion.
Seeing countless guards carrying torches rushing their way in the distance, Song Qingshu frowned slightly. "Come with me!"
Without waiting for her response, he seized her by the shoulder and, after a few leaps, vanished into the night, leaving the guards to search about like headless flies.
"Why did you break into the Admiral's Mansion at night?" Once they reached a secluded spot, Song Qingshu released the woman.
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