Ge Bi was so angered by his words that she pinched him hard. "Why are you so hopeless? You know I wouldn't kill you, yet you still say things like that!"
Song Qingshu immediately grinned and pulled her into his arms. "I knew Madam couldn't bear to kill me."
Ge Bi stiffened all over and hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand. The reason I'm not killing you is because I still need your help to avenge myself, nothing else. Don't get any wild ideas."
"Relax, relax. It's all the same to me." Song Qingshu wrapped his arms around her and smiled happily.
"Hmph, I may not kill you, but if Ping'er learns the truth, she definitely won't forgive you." Ge Bi thumped his chest a few times with her delicate fists. Seeing that she could not push him away, she could only let him hold her.
At the thought of Wanyan Ping, Song Qingshu's head began to ache. "That really is a bit troublesome."
"Now you know that enjoying the blessings of two women isn't so easy, do you?" Ge Bi snorted irritably.
"As long as I get to enjoy the blessings of two women, what does a little difficulty matter?" Song Qingshu laughed, tightening his hold around Ge Bi. "Be good, call me Uncle and let me hear it."
"Pah, at most... at most I'll call you Little Uncle. I don't want to call you... call you that. It just feels too... too strange to call you that." Ge Bi answered softly, her face flushed red.
"Little Uncle?" Song Qingshu looked aggrieved. "What part of me is little?"
"Your age is little. You really are a little rascal. You're so good at tormenting women at such a young age—what will become of you in the future?" Ge Bi already knew Song