Wanyan Ping was immediately dumbfounded. "I said I needed time to think!"
Song Qingshu replied in a muffled voice, "You can think about it now too."
Wanyan Ping bit her lip. "Why are you being such a rogue?" Though reason told her she could not let him have his way, when she thought of how they had already done things a hundred times more intimate than this, her resolve to resist began to waver.
His kisses left her flustered, and even her voice trembled. "If you don't stop, I'll stab you with my dagger."
"If you really wanted to stab me, you wouldn't have warned me beforehand." Song Qingshu laughed, his hand sliding toward her thigh. "If I remember correctly, your Chastity Guard is hidden here."
Wanyan Ping recalled how, beneath the mountain stream that night, she had given herself to him without reservation, even shyly showing him her Chastity Guard. She had never expected him to remember.
She felt the pressure around her thigh loosen. The little dagger strapped there had already been removed and tossed aside by him. Wanyan Ping sighed. "Wait. I'm not used to you looking like this. Change back into my brother-in-law's appearance, then... then continue."
Song Qingshu grinned. "Good thing I'm broad-minded enough not to be jealous of your brother-in-law. Fine, wait here." With that, he ran over and grabbed the mask from the table, then casually extinguished the oil lamp in the tent so their shadows would not be seen outside. He did not mind, but Wanyan Ping was a young woman and thin-skinned.
Noticing his thoughtfulness, Wanyan Ping instantly understood what he meant and could not help sighing inwardly. No wonder her sister had always said he was a considerate and gentle man.
After he climbed back onto the bed, she said