"Stop!" Song Qingshu hurriedly covered A'zi's mouth, afraid that if she went on, she might say something even more outrageous.
Zhao Min, standing nearby, looked at him with a half-smile. "Why won't you let Miss A'zi continue? I thought it sounded quite interesting."
"Cough, cough..." Song Qingshu took a sip of tea and choked on it. "What's interesting about it? Don't ever let Brother Song hear those words. My reputation in that regard has always been poor enough; I can't let him misunderstand."
Zhao Min's smile deepened. "So you know your reputation is bad too."
Song Qingshu's expression turned solemn. "I may be somewhat fond of women, but how could I covet a brother's woman?" Even as he said it, he could not help feeling a little guilty.
Still, this time he was not lying. Although A Zhu was lovely, she was far from beautiful enough to make Song Qingshu disregard his friendship with Xiao Feng. Besides, he was already entangled in Peach Blossom Debt, and it was practically turning into a Peach Blossom Tribulation. How could he have any interest in casually pursuing more women?
Zhao Min was about to say something else when Song Qingshu's expression abruptly changed. "Shh, someone's coming!"
Before long, Xiao Feng's bold voice sounded from outside the door. "Brother Song, come down and drink!"
A'zi had already thoughtfully run over to open the door. Song Qingshu saw Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, and A Zhu standing there, smiling as they invited him. Xiao Yuanshan's inner strength truly was profound; in such a short time, he had temporarily stabilized Xiao Feng's injuries.
Song Qingshu stood up with an odd expression. "Brother Song, you're seriously injured. Drinking at a time like this..."
Xiao Feng chuckled and patted his chest. "Wine may be poison to others, but to