The consequences came like a tornado, so quickly that there was no time to prepare.
Ji Weitian stared at the durian in his hand, knees weakening, almost ready to kneel before him.
To crack a durian bare-handed... was he a devil?
Wait! Ji Weitian's little head spun, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
She had only said she'd peel the durian for him, not that she had to use her hands; she could go look for a knife, and maybe, after peeling the durian and being further troubled by him, she could flip the knife and finish him off!
As she entertained the idea, Ji Weitian didn't really have the guts to stab Qin Nanyu with a knife, and after searching the lounge, she couldn't find a fruit knife.
The fruit in the basket was likely bought by the staff to decorate the lounge temporarily; the variety was quite rich, but most were fruits that could be peeled by hand, like oranges, bananas, and grapes, so no one would leave a dangerous fruit knife in the lounge.
