Hearing her words, Song Qingshu nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. "Heavens, don't tell me you're screwing with me like this?"
Then he suddenly reached out and started pinching Ren Yingying's cheeks. "You're not someone else in disguise again, are you?"
Ren Yingying was both embarrassed and angry. She shoved his hand away. "Stop fooling around. It really came."
Song Qingshu recalled the timing from last month, then let out a dejected sigh. "It does seem to be around this time..."
Ren Yingying was somewhat embarrassed as well. Blushing, she muttered, "I really don't know what your body is made of. You think about that all day long. If anyone else were like you, even an iron body would be worn out..."
Song Qingshu laughed awkwardly. "It's probably the Blissful Zen Method at work. It leaves me feeling impatient and restless every day, turning me into some kind of human pile driver."
Worry appeared in Ren Yingying's eyes. "Won't that harm your body?"
Song Qingshu patted his chest. "Don't worry. I'm in great shape now. Besides, this sort of thing is the harmonious balance of yin and yang, in accordance with the ultimate principles of the universe. The Yellow Emperor bedded three thousand women, yet not only did he avoid dying of exhaustion, he even ascended in broad daylight."
"What nonsense. You never say anything proper." Ren Yingying spat lightly, her face red. Then she suddenly remembered something, and her expression changed slightly. "You need it every day... How could nothing have happened between you and Madam Ruan these past few days?"
"Nothing really happened..." Song Qingshu explained guiltily.
Ren Yingying looked at him quietly. After a long while, she smiled faintly. "Song Lang, do you know what I like most about you?"
Song Qingshu froze, then could not