Qi Qingyao rolled her eyes at Jiang Yeqian, then turned around and crouched down to the boy's eye level, asking with a smile, "How old are you, beauty?"
"Eighteen." The boy's gaze had a hint of shyness, and he pressed his lips together.
"Just in time to get married!" Qi Qingyao said while patting the boy on the shoulder with a troubled expression, then continued in a forthright tone, "But I don't need you to repay me with your body; I'm a decent person. Although I saved you, all you need to do is repay me with some money! A decent person like me will never let you do something like repaying me with your body."
The boy said with tears in his eyes, "I'm not talking about that kind of repayment; I'm talking about the other kind."
"Which kind?" Qi Qingyao was puzzled. Was there any other meaning to repaying with the body? Was she that ignorant?
