Yin Yinyue blinked her eyes, signaling Xuan Qing to release her acupuncture points.
Xuan Qing nodded, "I can untie them for you, but you'd better think carefully about what you should and shouldn't say, or else don't blame me for not being merciful."
By the time he had finished speaking, Yin Yinyue had already regained her freedom.
Yin Yinyue took a deep breath, "Why me?"
"You're not an unmarried girl, what's the big deal about sleeping together?" Xuan Qing said irritably.
Was he really so detestable? Why did she have to look as if her father had just died?
Hadn't he done enough for Yin Yinyue over the years?
Yin Yinyue bit her lip and resorted to her ultimate tactic, which was to stop talking to Xuan Qing.
But this time, Xuan Qing didn't just let it go and instead reached under her robe.
