Song Qing, learned and abounding in knowledge, had read all sorts of books, and also had a profound love for reading, so he thought nothing of it.
Lady Taotao observed Song Qing lowering his head once again, but from his tone, he seemed quite anticipatory.
"When I come over to visit tomorrow, I will bring the book along," she said.
Song Qing replied, "Thank you, Lady Taotao."
Lady Taotao imagined for a moment how Song Qing might react if he knew it was a romance novel—would he still look forward to it as much?
He might be shocked and find it absurd.
Thinking about Song Qing's reaction made her unable to suppress a laugh.
"Mr. Song, how about you teach me how to write?" she asked.
Hearing this, Song Qing was quite alarmed, "Lady Taotao, I'm afraid that's inappropriate."
Lady Taotao pretended to be innocent, "What's inappropriate about it?"
Song Qing, head hung even lower, replied, "The difference between men and women makes it truly improper."