"Or what?" Song Qingshu's voice came from the other side. "I was soaked through and uncomfortable too, so I had no choice but to take them off and dry them by the fire. I figured you probably wouldn't want to warm yourself by the fire with me right now, so I had to trouble you to dry my clothes as well."
"I'm not talking about that!" Huang Rong rose angrily, then suddenly realized she was not wearing anything and hurriedly crouched back down. "I mean, this is my mother's tomb. You're a man, stripping naked in here—what kind of... what kind of propriety is that!"
Song Qingshu replied solemnly, "Your honored mother was a legendary woman. How could she possibly harbor the sort of prejudices ordinary people did? Besides, she was an elder. In her eyes, I'm just a child. Rong'er, when you see naked little children on the street, do you think they're improper?"
Huang Rong had not expected him to sound so righteous. She nearly fainted from anger. "You're twisting words!"
Song Qingshu chuckled awkwardly. "All right, all right. Just dry the clothes quickly. Once I put them on sooner, won't that solve everything?"
Huang Rong had seen firsthand how shameless he could be. She knew his drenched clothes would not dry if he put them back on now. Besides, remembering that he had been soaked by the rain to protect her, she felt somewhat guilty. After giving an unhappy snort, she still began drying his clothes for him.
Knowing that Huang Rong on the other side was completely naked, scenes from the Jin Dynasty surfaced in Song Qingshu's mind, and his thoughts began to wander. But he had already resolved not to offend her again, so he hurriedly steadied his breathing and gradually calmed his turbulent emotions.