Song Qingshu coughed awkwardly and avoided her gaze as he explained, "I wasn't trying to take liberties with you. It was mainly because, in that particular tense situation just now, doing that could accelerate your heartbeat, dilate your blood vessels, and help carry the heat out of your body. Also, since all those relatives from Lu Mansion were outside, my actions scared you into breaking out in cold sweats several times. Once you started sweating, your temperature dropped faster. And besides... besides..."
As he spoke, Song Qingshu suddenly hesitated, looking troubled. Lu Wushuang bit her lip and glared at him. "And besides what?"
Song Qingshu took a deep breath and finally told the truth. "And after a woman reaches ecstasy, whether it's fragrant sweat all over her body or what flows out... ahem... it can all carry away a great deal of heat."
Lu Wushuang glared fiercely at him. "You took liberties with me for half the day, and it was for my own good?"
Song Qingshu said gravely, "I may not be some hidebound old scholar, but neither am I a despicable, lecherous scoundrel. If you don't believe me, check whether your temperature has already gone down."
Lu Wushuang froze. Only then did she realize that after talking for so long, her head was no longer dizzy, nor did she feel that unbearable irritation from before. She touched Madam Wang's forehead beside her and found that her own body truly was no longer burning up.
But Lu Wushuang still found it hard to accept. After all, beneath the covers, he had touched her everywhere, toyed with every inch of her skin. Though she now believed that he had been treating her illness, how was a young unmarried woman like her supposed to face what had happened?
Lu Wushuang looked