Niu Pan'er lay in bed, turned her head to look at the person with his back to her, reached out a finger to poke him, and Song Zhiyu moved a bit, lying further in.
Niu Pan'er curved her lips into a smile, leaned over, and let her hands wander around his waist: "With separation so close, are you being so heartless to me, Commandery Princess?"
"I advise you not to mess around. We have to hit the road tomorrow, be careful of aching backs," Song Zhiyu's voice was somewhat muffled.
Niu Pan'er giggled: "Just trivial bedroom matters, can't compare to my martial arts training. Don't you know I'm always like that?"
What do you mean by that?
Niu Pan'er whispered two mischievous words in his ear.
"Endure hardship."
Song Zhiyu suddenly turned around, glared at her, and said, "Do you even have any shame, saying anything that comes to mind? Are you even a woman?"
"If I don't say that, you'll keep your back to me while talking." Niu Pan'er laughed smugly.
