Xia Zhisu, in too much pain, was nearly losing consciousness.
Her hand was hooked around Ling Tian'ao's neck as she opened her eyes, trying hard to make out the man in front of her.
"You're awake," she said.
Ling Tian'ao was startled.
But then he heard Xia Zhisu mutter to herself, "They said I could see you if I took thirty lashes. Ling Tian'ao, I didn't want to owe you anything... Does this count as repaying you...?"
She murmured to herself.
Ling Tian'ao's body shook, his heart overwhelmed with surging joy.
She took the lashes just to see him?
"Don't think too much... I just wanted to see if you were dead or not..." Xia Zhisu continued to talk to herself.
Because she knew that once she admitted taking the lashes to see him, this man would definitely start showing off smugly.
As expected, Ling Tian'ao's expression stiffened.
This damned woman would give him sweet treats one moment and then hit him with a stick the next.
