"You!... Uh... Then what about now?"
Chen Yi's gaze was crystal clear, and he replied matter-of-factly, "Now the beast has taken over the mind."
Qin Qingluo was almost fuming to death. She stared unblinkingly at Chen Yi, but that flare of anger was quickly dissolved by the effects of the Yuchun Balm. Her body itched unbearably, as if maggots were burrowing into her bones.
Propping herself up to avoid collapsing, she sneered coldly and said:
"A lecherous wretch like you—don't you have any thoughts? Miss this chance, and there won't be another. I've already lost my chastity to you many times, endured your humiliations, and I wouldn't mind a little more..."
Chen Yi waved his hand dismissively and said:
"I do mind."
Qin Qingluo gritted her teeth, her body trembling faintly in discomfort. As she shrank tighter and tighter against the bed, her feet arched up, and she hissed vehemently:
"...Since you accepted Aunt Zhu's request, why not use this opportunity to detoxify me?"
