Hearing her cousin's questioning, Cheng Ying's face grew hot. Sure enough, she felt a little guilty, secretly regretting that she had not told Song Qingshu not to mention that she had been poisoned as well. This was far too embarrassing.
"Your cultivation is too low, so Brother Song had to help force out more of the poison for you," Cheng Ying said guiltily.
"But that situation was far too humiliating." Thinking of everything that had happened afterward, Lu Wushuang's sigh was completely heartfelt.
Seeing the two sisters blaming each other, Huang Rong covered her smile with her lips. "All right, all right. It was an emergency, and expediency was necessary. Don't take it too much to heart."
The two women slowly nodded. Cheng Ying took Lu Wushuang's hand and suddenly asked in surprise, "Eh, Wushuang, why are you so hot? Didn't you suffer from cold poison?"
Lu Wushuang's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly explained, "Maybe Brother Song sent some pure yang true qi into my body to dispel the cold poison."
Yet inwardly, she felt a wave of shame. What he had put into my body was so scorching hot. In a sense, it could indeed be called pure yang true qi.
Huang Rong gave her a strange look from the side, feeling that something about her expression was off.
"Are you done? Can I come up now?" Song Qingshu's voice came from the stream.
"We're done. Come up," Huang Rong replied helplessly with a smile. Cheng Ying was embarrassed, while Lu Wushuang felt guilty; both had become as quiet as quails and did not dare speak.
Having received permission, Song Qingshu swiftly swam over and climbed ashore, dripping wet.
"Come warm yourself by the fire. You've been soaking in the water for so long—be careful not to