Li Qingluo blushed. "They're still next door."
Song Qingshu froze. "What does me treating your injuries have to do with them being next door?" Then he suddenly realized. "So that's what you were thinking about. Since the beauty is willing, I can only be of service."
Li Qingluo was utterly embarrassed. "What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't that martial art of yours best suited for treating people's injuries?" She and Song Qingshu knew each other inside out, so she naturally knew that his Blissful Zen Qi was especially effective at treating internal injuries. It was simply not a technique that could be used casually except with the most intimate of people.
Seeing that the beauty who had always been so vibrant and seductive now looked somewhat pale and fragile after her severe injuries, Song Qingshu felt his heart stir. "That's right. I'll treat your injuries right now."
Li Qingluo's eyes shimmered as she gently bit her lip. "Hurry up. Don't let them catch us when they come back."
This was what Song Qingshu liked about Li Qingluo. It was one thing when others were around, but when they were alone, she was never coy or affected. Her usual icy aloofness vanished, replaced by boundless initiative and passion. The allure of a mature woman was displayed to its fullest in her.
Song Qingshu felt most at ease when he was with her. Unlike his other beloved women, Li Qingluo never required him to consider matters of responsibility. All they needed was the most primal release and collision between man and woman.
Compared with some who were still young and had not fully matured, with whom Song Qingshu always had to be exceedingly careful for fear of hurting them, he had no such concerns before Li Qingluo. He could completely unleash