Mo Beiyan had no intention of leaving. He placed his hands on the table, "No, my legs are sore. How about you give me a massage? If it feels good, I'll leave."
"..."
Su Qingtian knew he wouldn't leave, so she reluctantly walked to the wardrobe, took out a clean cheongsam, and limped into the dressing room.
Mo Beiyan got up and walked out.
Su Qingtian took off her soaked clothes. Standing in front of the mirror, she picked up the ointment and applied it to her back. She bit her lip hard, not daring to make a sound.
There were areas she couldn't reach, but she chose not to tell the maid about it, as ten people would know in no time. If Xie Yanghua found out, who knows what punishment she might face.
She picked up the clothes nearby, the cheongsam was tight-fitting, and wearing it hurt more than being whipped. But Su Qingtian couldn't avoid wearing it; she dared not wear pajamas unless she was sick.
