"All right, all right, stop screaming." Song Qingshu waved his hand irritably. The clothes scattered across the bed immediately flew up and wrapped themselves around Pucha Qiucao. "Get dressed first. I'll put you in the chest and carry you out later, so you won't have to worry about getting your clothes wet."
Though Song Qingshu had a sharp tongue, he considerately turned his back to her. Only then did Pucha Qiucao feel a little better, hastily putting on her clothes.
"I'm done." As soon as Pucha Qiucao finished speaking, she flipped over and lightly jumped down from the bed.
Song Qingshu turned around and stared directly at her legs. "Are women of the grasslands all this tough? Your jade melon has just been broken, yet you look completely fine, hopping around like this?"
Pucha Qiucao's face reddened like rose petals. She snapped angrily, "Broken my ass! Who said I... I did that?"
Song Qingshu immediately laughed. "What's so embarrassing about admitting it? You and Yang Guo were fooling around in bed for half the day just now. Don't tell me you were merely discussing your ideals in life."
"Just now, he..." Pucha Qiucao instinctively wanted to explain, but the words died on her lips. She simply stood there in silence.
This only piqued Song Qingshu's interest. His eyes shifted, and an idea came to him. "Come over quickly. I'll help you lie down in the chest."
"Won't I suffocate in there?" Pucha Qiucao looked suspiciously at the large chest beside her.
"Don't worry. The chest is big enough; you won't suffocate." Song Qingshu helped her inside, casually feeling her pulse in the process.
Song Qingshu's expression immediately turned extremely strange. The corners of his mouth twitched, and in the end, he could not help laughing.
Pucha Qiucao was trying to