One hundred and thirty-one, are you suggesting that I marry you?

As an outstanding Inner Sect Disciple of the Jade Pot Sect, Mo Qing simply wouldn't take Feng Hang and the others seriously, nor did she care for their somewhat respectful and wary gazes.

"These eyes of his, they belong to me, Mo Qing. I will personally take them out, no need for you to do the job!"

Mo Qing's indifferent gaze swept over Feng Hang and his companions, her words leaving them feeling somewhat perplexed. Hadn't she just saved Yun Xiao's eyes? Why then was she saying this?

"Sister Mo Qing, that... I already said, I didn't mean to do that before, how can you..."

Yun Xiao touched his nose somewhat awkwardly, clearly aware that Mo Qing's words were obviously a sign that the anger from being seen naked by him the other day had not dissipated. This was settling accounts after the autumn harvest.

"Shut up!"