Gu Qianqian's originally slender thighs were marked with layers upon layers of purple bruises...
The deep purple of the marks bloomed like plum blossoms on her snow-white soft skin, making it unbearable for even Lu Zhanbei himself to see.
...
Has he gone insane? To torture the young girl to such an extent...
The sight of it was painful enough, leading him to instinctively stretch out his hand to caress the purple-red marks he had inflicted. Yet his originally pitying touch led Gu Qianqian to gasp out in breaths, "Don't, don't touch anymore, I'm fine."
His fingertips traced along the skin he had hurt, the sound of Lu Zhanbei's voice dropping, filled with melancholy, "How can you call this fine?"
Gu Qianqian was almost scared to tears, wanting to shift to ease the awkwardness, yet Lu Zhanbei did not permit her to.
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