The Yellow-robed Woman froze. "What debt do I owe you?"
The corner of Song Qingshu's lips lifted slightly as he mimicked the tone she had used in the Jin Imperial Palace. "If you can rescue those sisters for me, I... I'll let you kiss..."
The Yellow-robed Woman's face instantly flushed red. "Nonsense, I... I didn't say it like that."
"The general meaning was about the same anyway. What..." Song Qingshu leaned close to her. "You're not planning to welch on the debt, are you?"
"Didn't you just say you couldn't remember so many things?" The Yellow-robed Woman glared at him resentfully. She had indeed expressed something similar at the time, but rescuing her sisters from Huan Yi Yuan had seemed as difficult as ascending to heaven, which was why she had agreed so readily. Now that they had been rescued, that promise was simply too embarrassing. How could she truly fulfill it like that?
Song Qingshu laughed. "That depends on what it is. Some things I can't remember, but some things I'll never forget for the rest of my life. Like helping someone take off her clothes..."
"Shut up!" The Yellow-robed Woman was both ashamed and furious, reaching out to cover his mouth.
Dodging her hand, Song Qingshu exaggeratedly said, "Is that really necessary? You're using the Nine Yin White Bone Claw over this?"
"Who told you to have such a filthy mouth?" The Yellow-robed Woman stamped her foot, moving even faster.
"You can eat recklessly, but you can't talk recklessly," Song Qingshu said. The faster she attacked, the faster he evaded. "How is my mouth filthy? If you don't believe me, smell it." As he spoke, he puckered his lips and moved them toward her face.
The Yellow-robed Woman panicked and hurriedly shifted from attack to defense. Backing away,