I Want to Take a Sip of the Gasoline You Put in the Warehouse

Gu Qingxue was surprised at first, but she immediately went up to the little butler and said, "Do you even have this kind of ability?!"

The little butler snorted lightly, almost showing the pride on its face. "Don't look down on me. It's just making masks and gloves. Give me one night, and I'll finish all these for you."

Gu Qingxue could not close her mouth with a smile. She reached out her hand to pat the little butler's head. "Thank you for helping me."

The little butler was flattered, and soon its skin began to blush. "Don't give me that. Don't try to dismiss me with just a few words. I want a reward."

Gu Qingxue nodded and agreed with the little butler without hesitation. "Okay, no matter what you want, as long as I can do it, I'll help you."

"Then, then I want to drink a mouthful of the gasoline you put in the warehouse. I'll drink one liter, no, half a liter!" The little butler blinked its eyes pitifully as it spoke to Gu Qingxue.