"I'll just look at the scar left by your gunshot wound, nothing else."
Song Baiyan listened to her soft assurance, patted her shoulder blade lightly with his large hand, and sighed into her ear: "Late at night, a girl wanting to see a man's body, don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Are we not lovers?" Tang Li argued for herself: "It's not feudal times anymore. When I was in Diannan, the weather was hot, I've seen plenty of men walking on the street shirtless. There's something I want to say, but I'm afraid you won't be pleased to hear it."
"What is it?"
"I think you're overthinking it. That's why, whatever I say or do, you always think I have bad intentions, but actually, I really don't mean anything else."
Song Baiyan couldn't help but chuckle: "So it turns out I've wronged you?"
"Isn't that the case?"
