Only after finishing all that and making sure Bian Weiying had no more complaints did Shi Chun shout toward the cave entrance, "Jinliang."
Footsteps soon approached. Wu Jinliang first poked his head around the bend in the passage to take a look. Once he was sure nothing was amiss, he strode in with his head high and chest out. Seeing Bian Weiying on the Ice Couch, he grinned. "Senior Sister, we meet again. Your injuries..." Suddenly, his eyes bulged, and his words cut off.
He was not blind. How could he miss the size of their clothes? Bian Weiying's clothes were clearly far too big, and so were Chuntian's. Those were obviously his, Wu Jinliang's, clothes.
What was more, Chuntian was not wearing trousers. Through the slits in the hem of his long robe, Wu Jinliang could see both his bare legs.
Shi Chun had had no choice. He could go without trousers for a while; exposing his legs did not matter. Bian Weiying could not, so he had taken off his own and given them to her.
Wu Jinliang saw it differently. He sucked in a breath as though he had bitten his tongue, pointing at one, then the other. "You two, you two..." They had even exchanged clothes. He wanted to accuse them of having an affair, but changed his words at the last moment. "Chuntian, weren't you supposed to have no interest in women?"
No interest in women? Bian Weiying, who had been feeling rather embarrassed, seemed to catch an important piece of information. She quickly turned her head and scrutinized Shi Chun.
"What are you imagining? What could we possibly have done in so little time?" Shi Chun tipped his chin toward the corpse on the floor.
Wu Jinliang followed his gesture and saw Zhao Shanqi