"No!"
Ji Weitian anxiously interrupted him, denying it without a second thought.
"We didn't do anything; you had a fever and were dreaming the whole time. I couldn't find any fever medicine, so I stayed in the room to take care of you. It's getting late; I'll go pack up my things first, and we can talk everything over on the road!"
Ji Weitian desperately wanted to run away, but Qin Nanyu didn't let go of her hand.
He pulled her back forcefully, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, pointed to the marks on his chest, and asked her,
"Can you explain to me first who scratched this?"
Ji Weitian: "..."!!!
She stared intensely at his chest, her neck, ears, and cheeks gradually turning bright red.
Her cheeks were burning as if they were about to catch fire.
"I, I don't know, I went to sleep early last night and don't remember anything."
She violently withdrew her hand and took several steps back, keeping her distance from him.
