[Ye Hua, I must remind you.] Qiluo spoke in a grave tone. [The cause of Chi Pei's death must never be mentioned to anyone. Otherwise, neither you nor I will have a grave to lie in.]
Song Wen said, [Rest assured, I know the gravity of the matter.]
[It had better be so.] There was a hint of warning in Qiluo's tone.
Then, seeming to recall something, she continued her transmission.
[Ye Hua, in bed, you have never disappointed me. I have known countless men, yet I have never encountered one stronger than you. It has been more than twenty years since we last tangled in sheets, and I miss it greatly. Where are you? I will come find you now.] Qiluo's voice was seductive and blunt, carrying undisguised hunger.
Hearing Qiluo's praise, an inexplicable pride rose in Song Wen's heart, the pleasure of instinctive vanity being satisfied.
After all, it was a man's nature; no one could entirely escape it.
Yet a sense of vigilance also arose within him. He vaguely felt that Qiluo harbored ill intent.
[Qiluo, my longing for you is like an endless stream, crossing mountains and rivers, spanning the years, flowing on without cease. Your smile, your words, your gaze, your scent... everything about you often lingers in my heart, making you impossible to forget. However, I have some urgent matters to attend to at present and cannot see you for the time being. Once I have dealt with them, I will certainly come see you at once.] Song Wen's voice was exceedingly gentle, as though he were confiding his feelings to an immortal maiden untouched by mortal dust, as if afraid that speaking even slightly louder would startle her.
Qiluo seemed not to grow suspicious either, and said in a bewitching voice.
[Very well,