Rolling up your pant legs???
Si Chu, holding a hesitant attitude, opened his eyes and looked down, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget—
Mingshu was hugging his leg, her face serious and solemn, as if performing some sacred ritual, holding the dagger and earnestly shaving his leg hair.
......
Is this the inhumane thing she spoke of?
He looked on in shock for a good while, yet failed to comprehend the operation.
The atmosphere fell into a strange silence.
Mingshu shaved the leg hair without any passion, lifting her eyes to glare at him unhappily, "You should scream out loud, the more miserable the better! Wouldn't it seem like I am not skilled otherwise?"
Si Chu's forehead was marked by a few black lines, the red mist in his eyes dissipated, returning to pitch black, and even a rare hint of confusion seeped through.
"What are you doing?"
Mingshu's round apricot eyes stared at him, puzzled, "I am torturing you, can't you tell?"
Si Chu: "..."
