Qin Yi felt seriously wronged and just kept a dark face without saying a word.
Yin Qianqian turned her head to look at him and couldn't help laughing. "What, you're mad now?"
Qin Yi gave her a tsundere back-of-the-head, like: who doesn't have a temper.
Yin Qianqian leaned in close to his ear, her breath warm and fragrant, and giggled. "How about this, I'll let you cop a feel. I'm way prettier than those Demon Clan girls, aren't I?"
Qin Yi jolted, seeing Yin Qianqian hike up her skirt, revealing long, snow‑white legs. She purred, "Do you want to touch?"
Qin Yi nodded almost against his will, then snapped back to his senses.
"Damn, you're using a Charming Technique on me."
Yin Qianqian's eyes rolled a few times, then she giggled. "Am I? Obviously you're just lusting after my body. If you want to touch, then touch. You've already seen everything anyway."
"Uh…"
Qin Yi was embarrassed; when it came to that incident he had zero right to be angry.
