Soon, a crimson blood flowed out from Huang Yingying.
This was the blood of a virgin.
In ancient times, daughters of wealthy families had to catch this blood with a piece of pure white silk to prove their virginity on their wedding night.
But now, such formalities were not observed, and Zhou Xinlan used a few tissues to wipe Huang Yingying clean, though a few drops of blood still stained the sheets.
Thus, the pristine white sheets were decorated with spots of bright red, resembling vivid plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
After waiting a while, seeing that the look of pain on Huang Yingying's face had lessened, Zhou Xinlan finally said, "Xiao Tian, you can move now but be gentle... Don't just focus on your own pleasure. I brought you here to help, not to make yourself comfortable."
"Understood, Little Aunt." Lin Tian nodded repeatedly and couldn't help but chuckle.
