Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "I merely admire Miss Cheng's temperament. Don't let your thoughts get so filthy."
Cheng Ying sat to one side, looking bashful, still not recovered from her earlier shock. Seeing this, Lu Wushuang snapped, "If you only acted for my cousin's sake, why do you need me to agree to something as well?"
Song Qingshu looked at her in surprise. "I'm treating your injury, not your cousin's."
Lu Wushuang felt sweetness rise in her throat and nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Cheng Ying was no ordinary young woman. After her initial panic, she quickly calmed down. She pulled back Lu Wushuang, who was about to rush forward and fight for her life, then looked at the man before her. "What exactly do you want us to agree to?"
She was secretly angered, and without realizing it, her form of address had changed from "young master" to "you."
Song Qingshu replied, "I haven't figured out the specifics yet. I'll tell you when I do."
Cheng Ying finally grew angry. "Young master, don't you think it's a little too much to ask two girls to agree to such a condition with a man?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "Miss Cheng, rest assured. It definitely isn't the sort of filthy thing you're imagining."
Cheng Ying's face heated up. She understood that he had guessed her concern, but even so, such a condition was still far too harsh.
Seeing her hesitate in silence, Song Qingshu rose to take his leave. "Since neither of you is willing, I naturally won't force you. I'll be going, then."
But after he had taken only a few steps, a soft voice called out behind him. "Wait~"
"Cousin!" Lu Wushuang immediately panicked and hurriedly tugged at Cheng Ying, signaling her not to agree.
Yet Cheng Ying