Huang'Er tried to sit up slightly, but the whip marks on her body caused severe pain, and after fluttering for a moment, she lay back down, stubbornly saying, "Miss Yun is so sweet, wanting to change flavors, maybe it's just craving, not being heartless."
"You silly girl."
Ah Qing watched Huang'Er squirming like a fish, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry.
She couldn't laugh out loud.
Hmm.
It's okay.
Girls raised in a brothel are inherently judged unfairly by societal standards, moreover... Ah Qing isn't dumb, she can tell when Huang'Er is joking.
"Even after being punished by Pingniang like this, your mind is still on men." Ah Qing walked over helplessly, carefully changing Huang'Er's torn clothes, trying her best not to touch the wounds while draping new clothes on her.
