Sang Qianqian sat in silence for a long time before finally turning around.
The back of her dress was gently unzipped. The moonlight shone on the girl's jade-like shoulders and the red marks on her back.
Her skin was too fair, and the red marks were even more shocking. Shen Hanyu's eyes narrowed, and a cold glint flashed in them. He picked up the ointment, and his cold fingers gently fell on the girl's skin.
Her body trembled, making him pause. "Does it hurt?"
"No, no,"
Sang Qianqian's entire body tensed up. "You... You better hurry up."
How could she forget that five years ago, she had already gone through torture when he only applied medicine on her hand and forehead.
At this moment, it was several times more torturous than before.
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A long time passed.
"It's done,"
Shen Hanyu's deep voice reached her ears as he zipped up her dress. Sang Qianqian stood up in relief. "I'm going to the bathroom."
