Song Qingshu said with a straight face, "Fresh water is the most precious thing at sea. Having a whole barrel of water for bathing is already an extravagance."
"Is that really true?" Zhou Zhiruo eyed him suspiciously.
Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "I swear on my character." Yet his gaze involuntarily drifted over her body. Having expended so much true qi earlier, Zhou Zhiruo was drenched in sweat from head to toe. Her clothes clung tightly to her skin, faintly revealing her graceful figure. In particular, the fine sweat on her forehead had left strands of hair messily stuck to her face, lending her an unusual charm.
"Your character..." Zhou Zhiruo pressed her lips together and chuckled, then suddenly frowned. "What about Sister Qi later?"
"My Zhiruo is pure and spotless. How could there possibly be any filth on her? She definitely won't mind." Seeing that she was still hesitant, Song Qingshu smiled. "You don't know this, but back in my hometown, there was a top basketball superstar who even publicly said he was willing to drink a certain actress's bathwater."
"You lecherous rogue." Zhou Zhiruo spat at him with a blush. Though she did not quite understand what a basketball superstar or an actress was, she could roughly imagine the sort of scene he meant.
"A'Du, the migrant worker. His demeanor is a little sleazy," Song Qingshu said, while silently thinking, A'Du, sorry for dragging you into this. But those were your own words, so it isn't slander.
Zhou Zhiruo did not want to keep bickering with him. "All right, all right. Go hide somewhere else."
"Why?" Song Qingshu immediately grew anxious and moved closer, wanting to put his arms around her. "We're an old married couple already. Why are you still so shy?"
With a light tap of her