"Shut up!" Huo Qingtong's face flushed slightly in the darkness. "Are we supposed to take off our clothes and hold each other too?"
"Why not?" Seeing signs that she was about to lose her temper, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "Hey, hey, hey, wouldn't I be the one getting the short end of the stick?"
Huo Qingtong was so angry she laughed. "What are you losing out on?"
Song Qingshu said, "In those wandering hero storybooks, it's often some male hero who gets injured and shivers from the cold in the middle of the night. Then his beloved takes off her clothes and warms him with her body. Everyone thinks the girl is the one making a sacrifice, giving up her body to save the hero. So why, when it's my turn to save you, am I not the one losing out?"
Huo Qingtong was nearly dizzy from his twisted logic. "How can that be the same?"
Song Qingshu smiled. "What's different about it?"
Huo Qingtong got annoyed. "Anyway, it's different. I don't know where you read such messy storybooks. How could there be something like that?"
A trace of nostalgia appeared on Song Qingshu's face. "There were countless storybooks like that in my hometown. It's a pity I can't read them anymore."
Huo Qingtong spat. "No wonder you're so bad."
Song Qingshu sighed. "I was clearly saying that on purpose to ease your embarrassment, yet you misunderstood me. I'm really a little hurt."
Huo Qingtong said softly, "I know, but I am a woman after all."
Song Qingshu smiled wryly. "I was just teasing you. I'd better transfer inner energy to you instead." As he spoke, he placed his palm against the center of her back again.
"No need. It drains you too much." Huo Qingtong pressed his hand down