"What did you say?!" Huo Qingtong flew into a rage. If her entire body had not been frozen stiff, she might already have drawn her sword to greet him.
Song Qingshu pointed at the wooden tub beside them. "I had someone prepare a bath barrel and cold water. How are you supposed to get in without taking off your clothes?"
He could not help recalling a classic question: why did women always have to take off their clothes when being treated for injuries in wuxia dramas, while men never did? One could explain it by saying women generally had thicker subcutaneous fat, but everyone understood the real reason.
Who cared to watch some stinking man take off his clothes for treatment? When treating a woman, especially a beautiful woman, even if there was no need for her to undress, they would find a way to make it happen.
Song Qingshu was an ordinary man. Besides, she was engaged to Zhang Wuji. If he did not collect a little interest, he would truly be letting himself down.
Huo Qingtong frowned tightly. She was no ordinary woman and considered matters thoroughly. She had been poisoned by cold venom, and soaking in water would theoretically indeed aid her recovery. It would have been fine if Yellow-robed Woman and the others were present, but there was only a man and a woman alone in this room. How could she undress before a stranger?
Although the Muzhuolun Tribe did not observe etiquette as rigidly as the Southern Song, she still found such behavior difficult to accept.
"Wait, why cold water?" Huo Qingtong suddenly realized.
"Because I'll have you take an extremely yang, extremely hot medicine shortly. The cold water will draw away the heat from your body, or you could easily be burned to death