Song Qingshu's face heated up, but he reacted quickly and hastily said, "That's for people with a foundation in martial arts. But you've never practiced martial arts before and aren't familiar with many of the meridians and acupuncture points. Naturally, you need me to watch over you."
"Oh." Shen Bijun nodded in a daze, feeling that what he said was somewhat reasonable.
The two of them continued to practice like this. One was dripping with sweat while the other was leisurely admiring from the side. Time unknowingly passed, and when night came, Shen Bijun felt her entire body aching.
Song Qingshu explained, "I just started practicing today and stretched many of my meridians. It's normal to have some pain. It'll be fine in a couple of days. If you feel too much pain, I can give you a massage to circulate your blood. It'll heal faster."
"No … no need." Shen Bijun was so frightened that she hastily waved her hands. Wouldn't that mean he would have to touch her body … Even though he seemed to have touched everything on her body that shouldn't be touched, her young miss's modesty still made it difficult for her to let go.
"Then taking a hot bath is the same. I'll have a servant girl prepare hot water." The ship they were on was the Ruan Family's merchant ship. It was much better than a normal ship, allowing them to enjoy the most comfortable service.
"En." After practicing for a day, her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. How could Shen Bijun resist the temptation of a hot bath?
When she untied her dress and soaked herself in the bathtub, her heart was still pounding. She thought to herself, "What if Brother Song comes in later? Should I refuse or half-heartedly accept?"
Thinking of some embarrassing scenes, her face had long since become incomparably red.
But even after she finished bathing, he still hadn't come in. After putting on her clothes, Shen Bijun was a bit worried and went outside to look for him. When she reached the deck, she didn't find any trace of him. Her heart couldn't help but jump. "Brother Song, Brother Song, where are you?"
In the end, there was a faint sob in her voice. It had to be known that during this period of time, only when she was by Song Qingshu's side would she feel a sense of security. Now that she had suddenly lost him, she was like a lost child. Panic, fear, and all kinds of other emotions surged into her heart.
"I'm up there."
At this time, a gentle voice came from above. Shen Bijun looked up and saw a bright moon in the sky. Song Qingshu was leisurely sitting in the middle of it.
She hurriedly rubbed her eyes, and only then did she realize that he was actually sitting on the main mast of the merchant ship, casually holding a wine pot in one hand and a wine cup in the other, drinking alone under the moon. Because of the angle and the lighting, she accidentally thought that he was sitting on the moon.
Shen Bijun had seen many people drink, but she had never seen someone drink so much … so much like an immortal. She thought to herself, no wonder so many of the women in Jiangnan's chambers called him the Exiled Immortal.
"What are you thinking about? Come on up." Song Qingshu's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Shen Bijun's face turned red. She bit her lips and said with some embarrassment, "I … I can't come up."
"I'll pull you up." Song Qingshu reached out and used the Dragon Capture Art. Shen Bijun felt as if her entire body was being grabbed by an invisible hand and lifted up into the air.
By the time she reacted, she was already sitting on the mast. Seeing how high up she was from the deck, she panicked and her body went soft. How could she sit still? Once again, he fell head-first onto the ground.
"Ah!" Shen Bijun let out a startled cry, but the pain she imagined didn't come. She couldn't help but open her eyes and find that she was standing next to her lover.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here," said Song Qingshu with a smile.
Hearing his words, Shen Bijun felt as if all her fear and panic had disappeared. Being by his side made her feel at ease.
Song Qingshu handed her a cup of wine. "The night wind is cold. Drink a cup of wine to warm your body." Seeing her hesitation, he couldn't help but laugh. "Do you think drinking with a man in the middle of the night is too unladylike?"
Shen Bijun laughed. "Of course it's like that with other people, but drinking with Brother Song is an exception." She picked up the wine cup and drank it in one gulp. She felt a spicy sensation flowing from her throat all the way to her stomach. Her neck couldn't help but slowly blush, and then the blush gradually spread across her fair cheeks. She suddenly realized that this was the cup he had just drunk from, and her face became even more beautiful.
Song Qingshu looked at her with surprise. "Bijun's drinking style isn't inferior to any man's, but this wine is very strong. It's dangerous for a woman to drink with a man like this."
Shen Bijun's eyes became watery. "I won't drink with other men." The meaning behind her words was clear. Even if she got drunk in front of him, she wouldn't worry.
Song QingShu's heart warmed and he could not help but smile. "Such a beautiful day and beautiful scenery. With a beautiful woman to accompany me, I really need to drink a few more cups." As he said that, he poured himself another cup of wine and downed it in one gulp.
Shen Bijun tucked her skirt under her legs to prevent the wind from blowing and being seen by the people on the deck. She asked, "Brother Song, why are you drinking here so late at night? Is there something bothering you?"
Song Qingshu nodded. "Yes, I'm a little worried about Mount Wudang. I feel like something is going to happen."
Shen Bijun tried to persuade him. "Brother Song, you're worrying too much. Even I, a non-jianghu person, know that Zhang Zhenren is a martial arts legend. The Seven Heroes of Wudang are all as good as a sect leader. Even if someone wants to harm them, it won't be that easy. Besides, it won't take us a few days to get to Mount Wudang. "
Song Qingshu thought about it and agreed. "Bijun, you're quite insightful. Right, we don't have enough information right now. There's no point in worrying too much. Let's wait until we get to Mount Wudang."
The two continued to drink and chat for a while. Song Qingshu noticed that her body was trembling. "It's too cold here. Let's go back to our room."
"Okay." Shen Bijun shrank back. The wind on the river was strong, and they were still on the mast. If she hadn't been drinking wine to warm her body, and if she hadn't been in his arms, her body would have been frozen to death.
But when she looked down, she felt dizzy and didn't know what to do.
Song Qingshu understood her awkwardness. He smiled and said, "I'll carry you down."
Shen Bijun pursed her lips and quietly nodded. Song QingShu hugged her and couldn't help but smile. "No wonder people say women are made of water. Bijun, you really are soft as if you don't have any bones."
"How annoying. I wonder which lecher would dare to say something like that." Shen Bijun only heard the wind whistling in her ears. When she opened her eyes again, she was already in the room.
He put her on the bed. Song Qingshu got up and said, "Rest well."
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