C60 Listening in

Luan Ling looked at the beautiful straw bag tied with a bow. The veins on his forehead were popping. Why would he ask such a woman to bandage him?

Wasn't this clearly asking for torture?

When Mu Qing tied the last rope made of grass, her eyebrows slightly changed. Although her expression could not be seen, the smile on her lips betrayed her.

"Woman