No one knew how long had passed when faint calls drifted over from afar:
"Fourth Mistress?"
"Golden Snake King?"
Someone in the cave suddenly sprang to their feet. Yang Miaozhen hurriedly began dressing. "Oh no, we suddenly disappeared. They must have sent people to look for us."
Song Qingshu lay on the pile of straw, gazing at the smooth skin of her back. Unable to resist, he reached out to touch it. "Tsk, tsk. You've spent years fighting on the battlefield, yet you don't have a single scar on you. What a miracle."
Yang Miaozhen slapped away his wandering hand and said with some pride, "With my Pear Blossom Spear in hand, who could possibly hurt me?"
Recalling what had happened earlier, Song Qingshu could not help smiling. "You really are skilled with... spears."
Yang Miaozhen clearly remembered the embarrassing incident as well. She said irritably, "You're not allowed to mention that again. And you're not allowed to tell anyone what happened tonight."
"Not tell anyone?" Song Qingshu's expression turned strange. "Wouldn't that mean you suffered for nothing?"
Yang Miaozhen gave him an odd look. "I slept with you. Why am I the one who suffered?"
Song Qingshu: "..."
This really wasn't how things were supposed to go. Why did he feel like he'd been taken advantage of for free?
"Get up already. I don't want them seeing us like this." Yang Miaozhen quickly put on her clothes, and her two perfectly long legs were soon concealed beneath her skirt-trousers.
She finished dressing quickly, but as soon as she stood, she staggered. Then she whipped around and glared fiercely at Song Qingshu. "It's all your fault!"
Song Qingshu was initially baffled. Then he noticed the slight awkwardness in her legs and immediately understood. "Why blame me? You were the