Hearing Qin Qi say that, Ji Qingzhu finally panicked.
Her voice was clearly laced with resistance. "Qin—Young Master Qin, what are you getting at? Are you saying I have to take off my clothes for you to remove the poison?"
Qin Qi grinned.
Of course, that wasn't actually necessary.
But if it wasn't, how could he take advantage of her?
Thinking this through, Qin Qi spoke up righteously, using the excuse he'd long prepared, "Miss Ji, you ought to understand—removing demonic poison calls for utmost precision. I could do it through your clothes, but it wouldn't be nearly as thorough!"
"Right now, there's only a tiny bit of poison left in your body, so we need to be as meticulous as possible!"
Ji Qingzhu clenched her teeth in frustration.
She knew!
The Yingxin Gourd on her was about to burst!
All of Qin Qi's shameless thoughts—she knew them well.
But after weighing it back and forth…
