Just a touch, and Yin Qinghe's delicate body trembled uncontrollably, almost collapsing onto the bed.
This insolent disciple!
He'd been waiting there for me to bump into him all along.
How hateful.
He planned this from the start.
And because she'd used some force to push Qin Yu away, it led to...
Her clothes were now a little rumpled.
Yet look at Qin Yu, he wasn't even shaken in the slightest by the bump.
Meanwhile, she herself was nearly frightened out of her wits.
"Shiniang, are you alright?"
Qin Yu was still asking, but Yin Qinghe found him completely fake.
Because this guy was getting bolder by the second!
He might sound caring, but he was actually getting even closer.
"Ngh!"
Yin Qinghe gritted her teeth, not making a sound.
But her face grew even redder, blooming like a vibrant peach flower, the flush spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and then to her slender, fair neck.
