Seeing Li Mochou awkwardly unfastening her buttons, Song Qingshu was speechless. "It's only an outer garment. Aren't you still wearing clothes underneath? You're making it seem like I'm molesting you."
And this doesn't count as molestation?
Li Mochou was furious, but she knew his fist was bigger and could not be bothered to argue. Hiding beneath the covers, she rustled about as she removed her outer nightwear and handed it to him.
Holding the garment, still warm from her body, Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "It smells wonderful. I didn't expect you to use perfume powder too."
Li Mochou's expression darkened. "I'm not some woman from a brothel. Why would I put perfume powder on myself? It's merely your imagination."
"It's perfectly normal for women to wear rouge and powder. How can that be considered the behavior of brothel women?" Song Qingshu said as he put on the nightwear. "Don't tell me you truly think of yourself as a Daoist nun."
Li Mochou's face alternated between red and green, as though she were holding something back. Hearing him prattle on endlessly beside her, she finally snapped, "I am a Daoist nun!"
"You only shut yourself away after being hurt by love. Why ruin the rest of your life over one man?" Song Qingshu changed into the clothes as he spoke. The nightwear was somewhat too small for him, and he nearly could not squeeze into it. Only after using the Bone Shrinking Chapter from the Nine Yin Manual to shrink his body down did he barely manage to put it on.
"My affairs are none of anyone else's concern." Li Mochou turned her face away, revealing no expression. Lu Zhanyuan was clearly her sore spot. Had anyone else dared say such things to her, she would have sent them