Early the next morning, Song Qingshu went to the garden to practice. By chance, he ran into Chen Yuanyuan, who was supporting A'ke as they took a stroll through the garden.
The moment she saw him, the girl's eyes lit up with irrepressible delight. "Brother Song~" she called sweetly.
Her soft, delicate voice made him feel as comfortable as though he had eaten ginseng fruit. Song Qingshu withdrew his true qi and walked over with a smile. "How are you feeling today?"
"Other than feeling a little weak all over, I'm fine. My body doesn't hurt anymore," the girl answered softly.
Seeing her daughter's eyes curve like crescent moons, the heartfelt joy on her face impossible to disguise, Chen Yuanyuan could not help sighing inwardly. Then she asked, "Hm? Where is Miss Ren?"
"She was feeling a little tired, so I let her sleep a while longer," Song Qingshu replied. Ren Yingying's half-resistant, half-welcoming manner from the previous night surfaced in his mind, leaving him with endless aftertaste.
As an experienced woman, Chen Yuanyuan naturally guessed from his expression what kind of fierce battle had taken place the night before. She could not help saying, "It's not as though I don't know what you're like. You're like a wolf that can never get its fill. Miss Ren's vitality has been damaged, and she's weak right now. Don't wear her out." After spending this time with Ren Yingying, she had developed quite a favorable impression of the kind and generous girl.
Song Qingshu said awkwardly, "Don't worry. Do I really not know where to draw the line? I happened to obtain a mnemonic formula for longevity, and I was teaching her how to cultivate it last night."
Chen Yuanyuan involuntarily recalled the scene of him teaching her the Sutra of Divine