Sang Xia slightly pursed her lips. Her heart was filled with all kinds of emotions. She could not describe them in detail, but she did not feel good about them.
Rong Zhan, who had always been a sharp-tongued person, was surprised to not say anything. He turned around obediently, placed his arms on both sides of the sink, and arched his back. However, his eyes were not idle. He looked at her from the mirror without blinking.
Very quickly, they brought over a pair of scissors. Sang Xia cut his clothes open and gently tore them off. Several parts of his back were red, but fortunately, there were clothes to cover it, so it was not too serious. It would be fine as long as she removed the clothes as soon as possible to prevent more skin from getting hurt.
Even though it was not serious, sang Xia did not relax.
