Chen Yi chuckled softly and said tenderly:
"Just a little more."
"Then why aren't you afraid, sir?"
"I have my ways."
"Humiliate her?" Qin Qingluo followed up with a question.
Chen Yi, hearing this, pointed to himself and said softly:
"Do I seem like such a person?"
"Who said you don't?" This was the most sincere sentence among Qin Qingluo's many words.
Chen Yi shook his head and sighed:
"Then you're wrong. Did you ever think I wouldn't humiliate her but want to teach her instead?"
Qin Qingluo's brows furrowed slightly, her fingertips lifted and lowered, eyes filled with confusion.
Is he really teaching her?
Chen Yi lowered his head, and Qin Qingluo couldn't see his face, only hear his voice:
"Actually, I can't even imagine why I'm doing this myself. I'm about to leave, and suddenly, there's something... I can't let go of."
Her serpent-like pupils constricted; she murmured incredulously, "...can't let go?"
