She went over and untied her, gently stroking the red marks the ropes had left on her skin.
"Ninth Sister."
She felt that something really was wrong with her. Qian Wanyu did not know what she could say to explain her behavior today.
"Seventh Sister, you don't blame me anymore, do you?"
Dongfang Minghui asked tentatively. She felt that the other woman's mood-how to put it-was no longer as frenzied as before. She seemed a little downcast instead.
Everything the other woman had done had been for her sake. Qian Wanyu's heart was all but melting into a pool of gentle water; how could she possibly punish her now?
Qian Wanyu abruptly raised her head and gazed at her with near madness in her eyes. She leaned in until their faces touched, her crimson lips parting slightly as she breathed out a delicate fragrance.
"Ninth Sister, will you let your Seventh Sister hold you, just once?"