She opened her mouth wide, unable to react for a long time.
Mo Nanjue stood at the bedside, his eyes cold and narrowed, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on the whip marks on the woman's back. Her back was slender and fair, originally should have been very beautiful, but at this moment it's crisscrossed with light red marks, smeared with brown ointment, completely altering its appearance.
Clearly beaten out.
Mo Nanjue understood that wounds with shallow marks hurt the most.
The man exuded a chilling aura, as if he might devour her at any moment. Tong Ran was stunned for a long time, she moved her lips, "You..."
"Does it feel good?"
Mo Nanjue's eyes were bloodshot, glaring at the marks on her back as if spitting fire, "Tong Ran, does insisting on going to jail feel good?"
"..."
Tong Ran bit her lower lip, forcefully turned her gaze away, tears she had held back for so long inexplicably broke free at this moment. She stubbornly turned her head away, "I don't want you to care!"
