She went over and untied her, gently stroking the red marks the ropes had left on her skin.
"Ninth Sister."
Qian Wanyu felt there was truly something wrong with her. She did not know what she could say to explain her behavior that day.
"Seventh Sister, you're not angry with me anymore, are you?"
Dongfang Minghui asked tentatively. How could she put it? The other woman no longer seemed as frenzied as before. If anything, she seemed a little downcast.
Everything Dongfang Minghui had done had been for her sake. Qian Wanyu's heart had all but melted into a pool of tenderness. How could she possibly punish her now?
Qian Wanyu abruptly lifted her head, gazing at her with something close to madness in her eyes. She leaned in until their faces touched, her red lips parting slightly as she let out a sweet, fragrant breath.
"Ninth Sister, will you let your Seventh Sister hold you, just once?"