Her tender white skin was now swollen red. Zhuge Yue bellowed, "How can you still tell me it is not in pain?" Despite pouring scoop after scoop of cold water, the swelling had not reduced even slightly. Just as Zhuge Yue was about to call his servant to bring medicine, he lifted his head up, only to see how Chu Qiao's upper body was soaked, her curves showing through the thick clothes. That, along with her messily scattered hair, was surprisingly seductive.
Noticing Zhugu Yue's gaze, Chu Qiao leaned away with her hands covering her chest, while bellowing, "What are you looking at?"
Feeling awkward in his heart, Zhuge Yue stubbornly retaliated, "Such an androgynous figure could not rouse me even if I looked."
