Song Qingshu was taken aback. He studied the woman in his arms carefully. "Madam, are you serious?"
Yalixian chuckled. "Why do you sound just like those Han Chinese, all hesitant and fussy? Women of the grasslands are naturally fiery and passionate. Once we make a decision, we never regret it."
After a pause, she suddenly fixed him with a suspicious look. "I can read the looks the men in the tribe give me. Even if they say nothing, I know what they're thinking. But your gaze is far too calm. Don't tell me you... can't?"
That made her awkward all at once. After all these years, she had finally decided to indulge herself just once, only to encounter a man who could not perform. Where would she even go to complain about that?
"You'll find out whether I can or not soon enough." Since she had put it so plainly, Song Qingshu was no ascetic. There was no need for him to keep pretending, so he held the beauty in his arms and returned her embrace.
His hand suddenly brushed against something hard on her thigh. Song Qingshu nearly had his hair standing on end as he hurriedly looked down, only relaxing when he saw that it was merely a small dagger.
"This is the Chastity Guard Che'erku gave me. Every woman on the grasslands has one." Perhaps worried that he would think she meant to harm him, Yalixian hurriedly explained. As she spoke, she removed the dagger and tossed it onto the sand beside them.
Song Qingshu understood. Zhao Min had had one of these on her thigh as well. Thinking of Zhao Min's teasing smile, he suddenly felt a little guilty. Was he being unfair to them?
But when he saw the ravishing face of the beauty in