This was the first time Su Li realized that he actually had a slight tendency towards sadism in his heart.
When Su Li stretched lazily and awoke in a pleasant mood the next morning, he saw Freya's delicate face, tear-streaked like a pear blossom, lying beside him, her sapphire-like bright eyes quietly watching him, waiting for him to wake. She wasn't unwilling to get up but her fair hands were tied with a blue hairband to the bedpost.
This was tied by Su Li yesterday, and she could only wait for Su Li to untie her. She was afraid that if she tried to break free by force, it would upset Su Li. Then, who knows how Su Li would torment her at night.
And from Su Li's angle, her golden hair tied at the back revealed her fair neck and collarbone, and being bound by the blue hairband gave her a gentle feeling of a wife in distress, with only the lock of hair on her head defiantly fluttering, as if to demonstrate her champion-level glory that could not be desecrated.
