Song Xiaodong stared at Lu Yaobing, momentarily at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Lu Yaobing seemed embarrassed now, biting her lip, she said softly: "Master, just now... I was... was I especially... particularly..." but she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
Song Xiaodong quickly responded, "It's the effect of the medicine, not your true intention."
"So you mean I was really... lowly? Oh my God, just let me die, how could I act like this?" Lu Yaobing immediately covered her face, but her cheeks and ears were all flushed red.
Song Xiaodong coughed lightly, "Yaobing, you really don't need to worry. Your master has been through this; every woman behaves similarly in such situations, so you shouldn't have any psychological burden."
"Really?" Lu Yaobing's hand stayed on her face, asking quietly, "Does Mistress act this way too?"
