"You!" Xia Qingqing glared at her, but Dongfang Muxue looked utterly composed, clearly having no intention of saying another word.
"If you're lying to me, I won't let you off even as a ghost." Left with no choice, Xia Qingqing could only compromise. Besides, it was to save Song Qingshu, so it was not such a big deal.
Watching Xia Qingqing remove her clothes one piece at a time right in front of Dongfang Muxue, Song Qingshu's eyes went wide. He hurriedly sent her a voice transmission. "This works too?"
Dongfang Muxue replied through voice transmission as well, "I've racked my brains for the sake of harmony in your harem. At a time like this, don't tell me you can't get it up anymore." She could not help worrying. Song Qingshu had already fought two battles, and Lan Fenghuang in particular had been seductive to the bone. An ordinary man would have been lucky if his legs were not shaking by now, much less able to rally again.
"What kind of joke is that?" Song Qingshu shot her a fierce glare, as though he had suffered the greatest insult. "What was your former Dongfang Bubai compared to this? Your man is undefeated in the bridal chamber. Next time, find a chance and don't let Lan Fenghuang help. See if I don't make you kneel and beg for mercy!"
Dongfang Muxue's heart stirred at his words, and she could not help spitting lightly in embarrassment.
By then, Xia Qingqing had already curled up in his arms. She gently pressed her face to his chest and asked bashfully, "Brother Song, how should I help you?"
Song Qingshu was no hidebound old scholar. Taking advantage of the moment, he rolled over and pinned her beneath him. "This is how you can help me."