Shang Qinghua suggested an old folk remedy. “How about we try sprinkling a male virgin’s pee into the horse’s eyes?” “Horses have dignity too. Why sprinkle urine in its eyes?” Shen Qingqiu asked. “And where am I supposed to find a male virgin’s pee out in the middle of nowhere?” Once these words left his mouth, he realized that Shang Qinghua was gazing intently at him.
