Song Qingshu could not help rolling his eyes. "Could you please think about something healthy for once? Do you really think I'm that kind of person? The age gap is so huge— even if your mother were willing, I wouldn't be."
Only then did Li Qingluo realize she had misunderstood him, but his words still made her angry. "What nonsense are you talking about? My mother has profound cultivation and has retained her youth. She looks like my older sister. How dare you say she's ugly?"
Song Qingshu's face darkened. "When did I ever say she was ugly? I only said I have more principles than that and wouldn't do such shameless things."
"You have principles?" Li Qingluo sneered repeatedly. Even Xiaolongnü, who had always remained detached from worldly affairs, curled her lips.
Song Qingshu finally got annoyed. "Enough nonsense. Are you getting on or not?"
"Of course I'm getting on." Li Qingluo's lips curved slightly. "Why not ride when there's a mule right here?" Her injuries were severe, and she could not possibly keep walking. She could hardly ask the delicate Xiaolongnü to carry her.
Feeling the weight settle onto his back, Song Qingshu laughed. "You should lose some weight. You're still this heavy even while injured." As his hands supported her thighs, the soft, full sensation against his back made him sigh inwardly. Everything had grown exactly where it should have.
"If you can't say anything nice, no one will mistake you for a mute." Li Qingluo viciously pinched him in secret.
"You win." Song Qingshu sucked in a cold breath and could only continue on with her on his back.
"Have you ever bullied Yuyan?" With Li Qingluo on his back and her head resting by his neck, she took the chance to whisper softly into his