Song Qingshu swallowed with difficulty. Though he dearly wanted to watch her take it off, reason finally prevailed. "Biqun, what are you doing?"
Shen Biqun bit her lip, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Brother Song, I can never repay the immense kindness you have shown me. I can only..."
Song Qingshu stopped her from continuing. "Biqun, you're overstating it. I helped you out of a sense of duty, not because I wanted to take advantage of your vulnerability. You don't need to do this."
Shen Biqun raised her head, her voice gaining a measure of resolve. "I still need to avenge my parents and everyone in the Shen family, but I'm powerless. After thinking it over, there's no one in the world besides Brother Song who can help me take revenge. But Brother Song, you've already helped me so much that I truly have no face to ask for more. So I can only... only..."
Song Qingshu sighed. With a gesture, he drew a blanket into his hand, then walked over and draped it around her, covering that dazzlingly fair, crystalline body. "Biqun, I truly don't understand. With your knowledge and intelligence, why would you do something so crude and straightforward? You didn't have to be so direct. With your beauty and temperament, it wouldn't have been hard to make me fall in love with you. Then would you still need to worry that I wouldn't avenge you? What you did... only lowered yourself."
Shen Biqun gave a sorrowful smile. "How could I not know that? These past few days, I've been suffering too. I did consider what you said, but after thinking it over, I still couldn't bring myself to use you like that. It would be better to lay out the terms from the beginning