Feeling Cheng Ying struggle, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "Don't move. If you cause Miss Lu's wound to shift, all our efforts will have been for nothing."
Only then did Cheng Ying realize that her cousin was unconscious. If she rashly got up, she might displace the wound that had just been set. Terrified, she did not dare move recklessly and lay there quietly.
"Once I finish clearing Miss Lu's meridians, it will be fine. Miss Cheng, please endure it for now." Song Qingshu was at a critical point in using the One Yang Finger and did not dare let his attention wander.
"Mm." Cheng Ying gave a soft response, quieter than a mosquito's buzz.
Waves of maidenly fragrance drifted into his nose. Even Song Qingshu, who had sampled countless beauties, could not help but feel his mind stir. He was holding two exquisite young women in his arms, and one of them even had her face pressed against the space between his legs. Thinking of Cheng Ying's usual elegant beauty and graceful charm, he felt a surge of heat rise uncontrollably in his lower abdomen.
Cheng Ying had already found lying in that position extremely awkward. Then she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her cheek. She froze. What is this? It definitely wasn't here just now.
Though she had studied under Huang Yaoshi and was versed in astronomy, geography, astrology, and divination, she was still an unmarried maiden. Huang Yaoshi might have possessed knowledge that rivaled the heavens, but men and women were different, and he could hardly teach his female disciple about such matters. Thus, Cheng Ying did not immediately realize what was poking her face. She merely assumed that some concealed weapon Song Qingshu carried had been knocked loose from his pocket in the collision earlier.
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