"How could you have such a beastly thought?!" A'zi glared at him resentfully.
Song Qingshu froze. "Beastly? You used to urge me to get both you sisters into bed together. You even said you could help me win over your sister. So why am I the beast now?"
A'zi was stunned, then a flash of embarrassed anger crossed her face. She muttered to herself, "That damn girl really hasn't changed at all!"
"What did you say?" Song Qingshu looked at her suspiciously.
"Nothing." A'zi bit her lip, then suddenly stared at him with wide eyes. "Do you really have... those kinds of thoughts about my... my sister?"
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't." Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "But I can still distinguish between desire and reason. She is Brother Xiao's woman, after all. I really can't bring myself to lay a hand on her."
Hearing him admit that he had designs on her sister, A'zi's face reddened. She muttered softly, "You've already laid your hands on her who knows how many times, yet you still say you can't bring yourself to do it."
"Why do you love whispering to yourself now?" Song Qingshu said unhappily.
"Nothing. Let me go!" A'zi hurriedly tried to push the man off her, but her little strength vanished like a lump of mud sinking into the sea, completely ineffective. In the end, her hands could only turn into small fists that repeatedly pounded against the chest of the man on top of her.
Song Qingshu nodded, showing a satisfied expression. "Not bad. You really do resemble her somewhat."
"What do you mean, resemble her? I am A Zhu!" A'zi said, mortified beyond measure.
Song Qingshu's eyes lit up. "Good. Keep acting. Stay like that." One hand unconsciously slipped into her collar again.
A'zi