He unbuttoned his clothes.
On his slender, pale body, thick layers of binding were wrapped under his arms.
She slowly, gently unwound them, circle after circle.
Until at her chest, a young girl's figure was revealed.
She wrung out the towel and wiped down her body.
The weather in November was already quite cool.
A year ago, even just washing her hands with cold water would get her scolded by her mother a few times, afraid she'd get chilled and hurt her health.
But now, even if she took a cold-water shower in the dead of winter, she wouldn't even shiver.
Because she had no capital to act soft and delicate.
If she wanted to hold up the sky for her mother, she had to be brave and strong.
Otherwise, those man‑eating, bone‑spitting old bastards in the Qiao Family would probably force her and her mother to death.
She had once been the pride of heaven, daughter of Master Qiao, a socialite in the political and business circles.
