Silf was dying of shame and anger.
It was all Qin Chu's fault.
If it wasn't for Qin Chu, her body wouldn't have mysteriously become so sensitive, nor would her mind be constantly filled with such messy thoughts, to the point where she now felt like she had lost face in a major way.
Her current condition was entirely Qin Chu's fault.
Silf's appearance seemed to worry Qin Chu, "What's wrong, are you injured from your fight with the demon earlier? Where is it, let me have a look?"
That concerned look made Silf feel somewhat helpless.
Please, could you stop being so gentle with me?
If this continued, she would become more and more confused.
Biting her lip gently, Silf stood up and shook her head at Qin Chu, "I'm okay, it's just a small wound..."
But under Qin Chu's insistent gaze, she ultimately couldn't resist and, with a sigh, she unfastened her leather armor at the chest to reveal the delicate skin below her collarbone.
On her snow-white complexion crawled a crimson wound.
