Seeing Qiu Tu admit defeat, Zhao Ji's lips curled slightly.
But before she could gloat, Qiu Tu said, "Sister Zhao Ji, I know I've committed a heinous crime and I deeply realize my mistakes."
"But... I really don't want to be stabbed to death by a sword."
"You said I could choose my way of dying, right?"
Zhao Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, always feeling that Qiu Tu's words were not going to be pleasant.
Indeed, without waiting for Zhao Ji to ask, Qiu Tu shouted, "Then I hope you can squeeze me dry! Squeeze me dry ruthlessly!"
"Don't spare me any dignity!"
Zhao Ji's eyes glared, her teeth clenched in anger.
But that wasn't the end, Qiu Tu, as if he had given up every hope, shouted, "I just like you! I want to sleep with you! What's wrong with that!"
"You're a woman, I'm a man. I'm unmarried, you're unwed, we don't have any obstacles, what's wrong with having this thought!"
"I!"
