Wanyan Ping turned back to look at him in disbelief. "Which one of us has gone mad, you or me?"
Song Qingshu shrugged. "Why does that provoke such a reaction from you?"
"Setting aside the fact that such things aren't allowed in a military camp, even if they were, do you think I'd sleep with you?" Wanyan Ping snapped.
"First, this isn't an official march right now, so no one will care about such details. Second," Song Qingshu said, raising a second finger, "why wouldn't you sleep with me?"
Wanyan Ping's expression immediately turned cold. "That's right, we did have relations before. But now that I know you aren't my brother-in-law, do you think that one night alone would make me devote myself for life to the man who took my body, like those Han Chinese women?"
"Precisely because I know one night is far from enough, I want a few more nights with you. Then our feelings should progress further, shouldn't they?" Song Qingshu said with a grin. "You may not be Han Chinese, but I am. After that night, I already considered you my woman. Are you trying to deny it now?"
"You shameless bastard!" Unable to endure it any longer, Wanyan Ping lashed her whip at his face.
Song Qingshu caught the tip of the whip and flicked his wrist. Wanyan Ping involuntarily stumbled toward his embrace. He wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling, then whispered in her ear, "It's not as though we haven't fought before. You know you're no match for me, yet you still picked a fight. Were you looking for an excuse to throw yourself into my arms?"
"You—" Wanyan Ping was nearly driven mad with rage when Song Qingshu suddenly covered her lips.
"Shh! Did you bring