A flicker of hesitation crossed Shen Biqun's face. Some of her former close friends had been martial artists, Lu Wushuang among them, and she had heard them mention during their chats that techniques such as acupoint striking could not be taught casually. They were generally passed only from parents to children, masters to male disciples, and masters' wives to female disciples, since some physical contact was unavoidable during the process.
Could he have... other intentions in making such a suggestion? As a noble young lady, especially one as beautiful as she was, she had received all sorts of instruction since childhood about maintaining proper boundaries between men and women, lest men with ill intentions approach her. Yet when she looked up at Song Qingshu, she found no lewdness in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, she finally nodded in agreement. "All right! Then I'll trouble you, Brother Song."
Song Qingshu had not expected that she had already gone through such an intense internal struggle in that brief moment. He could only say that, having come from a later era, his understanding of boundaries between men and women differed completely from that of people in this world. It was the result of decades of subtle influence, and even now, he had not changed.
"Put the quilt down. It'll be difficult to do this through the quilt." After saying that, Song Qingshu hesitated, then added half-jokingly, "You aren't naked under there, are you?"
Shen Biqun's face reddened slightly. "I'm dressed..." As she spoke, she lowered the quilt. She had only removed her outermost garment; she still wore several layers beneath it.
In the past, she would never have appeared before a man like this—even if she had merely taken off an outer robe. Yet now, she did not mind at all.