Qin Lang didn't intend to let Shui Qinqin off easily, thinking she needed a lesson; otherwise, this girl might get sold and still count the money for others in the future.
Shui Qinqin stepped back a few steps, stammering, "Un... uncle, don't... don't come so close to me..."
"What if I say no?" Qin Lang stepped even closer to Shui Qinqin. "Didn't you come here yourself? Why else would you open my room door? Isn't it because you have some improper thoughts about me?"
"Who... who's having improper... improper thoughts about you?" Shui Qinqin's lips were trembling. She swallowed hard and continued, "I thought... thought you meant this room was for me... to stay in."
"Is that so? Really no improper thoughts about me?" Qin Lang lowered his head, his lips stopping just a centimeter away from Shui Qinqin.
"Of course not!" Shui Qinqin had no retreat route left, her small hands pushing against Qin Lang's chest, but it was impossible to move him.
