Qiao Mo woke up to find her hands had already been untied.
But she didn't know whether it was because they had been tied for too long, or that she had struggled too hard.
So much so that her wrists were swollen like buns. Even a slight movement caused pain, and her hands felt limp and powerless.
The wedding dress on her body had long been torn beyond recognition. Qiao Mo slowly supported herself up, turning her head to glance around.
Not seeing his figure in the room, she lowered her gaze and leaned against the headboard for a long time.
A few minutes later, she slowly stood up, completely took off the wedding dress, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
But as soon as the dress slipped to her feet, she noticed a bloodstain on it, mixed with mottled off-white, leaving her stunned.
Qiao Mo limped into the bathroom, truly suspecting if every woman ended up in such a state afterward. She really couldn't understand why some people considered it enjoyable.
