"Really?" Song Qingshu swallowed, suddenly feeling his heart race.
"Are you seriously entertaining that idea?" Li Qingluo's delicate brows instantly rose in anger.
Song Qingshu looked speechless. "You said it yourself, and now you're blaming me?"
Li Qingluo's face was flushed red as well. She snorted. "I can say it, but you can't think it."
Song Qingshu chuckled and leaned close to whisper in her ear, "How about I disguise you right now..."
"You bastard!" Li Qingluo opened her mouth furiously, about to bite him.
"Shh!" Song Qingshu's expression suddenly changed, and he made a silencing gesture.
"Trying that trick again? No way!" Li Qingluo assumed he was merely trying to distract her and paid no attention.
Song Qingshu hurriedly covered her mouth and whispered, "Someone really is coming!"
Li Qingluo's eyes widened. Seeing that he did not appear to be lying, she began to panic. After all, she still had the identity of Madam Wang. If anyone discovered her fooling around in a room with a young man in the middle of the night, she would never be able to face anyone again. Both the Wang and Li families would be disgraced.
After a few breaths, she heard faint footsteps outside the door and could not help admiring him. This bastard's cultivation really was formidable. Even while fooling around with her, he could still hear such slight sounds.
Li Qingluo was the Holy Mother of the White Lotus Society, one of the foremost experts in the martial world. Under normal circumstances, she would have noticed someone approaching as well, but her recent dalliance with Song Qingshu had somewhat scattered her attention.
Who could it be? Li Qingluo's heart clenched. She could tell from the lightness of the footsteps that the person was no weak martial artist. Could they be