Li Qingmu stared at her for a long moment.
"Eh?"
He scratched the back of his head.
"This still feels way too sudden. One minute you're the legendary man-hating peak master who'd sooner freeze a disciple's balls off than look at him, and the next you're begging me to… teach you how to be a bad woman?"
He gestured vaguely at her flushed face and the milk-stained nightdress clinging to her absurd curves.
"Why me, of all people? I'm flattered, really, but what made you pick the local scoundrel?"
Madam Chen took a deep breath that made her massive chest rise and fall like twin snow-capped mountains. Her green eyes trembled with embarrassment as she straightened her spine and clasped her hands primly in her lap.
"Because I've heard the rumors, young man."
She cleared her tender throat.
