Zhou Zhiruo was the first to make up her mind. After all, he was her husband. Worried about his injuries, she could no longer care about anything else. She slipped off her outer robe and skirt, though she was still too embarrassed to remove everything. Leaving only her close-fitting undergarments on, she stepped into the hot spring. "Qingshu, how am I supposed to heal you? Which acupoint should I press?"
Song Qingshu thought, My wife really is the one who cares about me most. He hurriedly told her an acupoint. Zhou Zhiruo gave a soft acknowledgment and gently laid her fair, smooth palm over it, preparing to treat his injuries.
Li Qinglu was the second to enter. Having descended from Li Qiushui's lineage, she was much bolder by nature.
With someone taking the lead, the others blushed and entered the water one after another. They positioned themselves around him, each pressing against an acupoint on his body to prepare to heal him.
Song Qingshu saw nothing but a dazzling expanse of pale flesh before him. Every body was as flawless and lustrous as jade, radiating enchanting light amid the rising steam of the hot spring. His blood began to stir.
"Wanqing, why aren't you coming down?" Yelü Nanxian was feeling extremely awkward. Things would have been one matter with Mu Wanqing or Li Qinglu, since they had been together for so long, but she was completely unfamiliar with Zhou Zhiruo and Wanyan Ping. So she instinctively spoke to Mu Wanqing to distract herself.
Mu Wanqing blushed and stammered, "Well... the rest of you are enough to help him."
Knowing full well that this was Song Qingshu's scheme, how could she possibly jump in?
"Come on, one more person means one more pair of hands," Wanyan Ping urged from the side.