"Alright."
Qin Feng nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
Saying this.
He noticed Zhiyun's expression change from concern to a blush of embarrassment, then to anger.
"What's wrong?"
He asked suspiciously.
The others were all staring with wide eyes, utterly bewildered.
Zhiyun's eye twitched, her face flushed, and she gritted her teeth, "You, you shameless!"
"What do you mean?"
Qin Feng scratched his head in confusion.
"Do you want me to chop off your hand?" Zhiyun drew her longsword.
Hand?
Qin Feng looked at his right hand that was scratching his head, there was nothing wrong with it!
He then looked at his left hand.
In an instant.
He suddenly realized!
It turned out that while he was speaking, his left hand—which was glove-less—unconsciously rested on her chest, even in front of so many people...
"Damn it! Do you want to die?!!"
Qin Feng cursed the left arm Qilin in his mind.
The left arm Qilin awkwardly said, "Sorry, reflex, reflex..."
