Her Name Carved on His Waist
Editor: Atlas Studios
Tang Mo'ers pale face looked intoxicated, the temperature in the bathroom increasing as time went by,
"Do you want to see? When the medicine was most potent I was in a daze so I used a penknife to cut my lower waist lightly. The injury is nothing serious. It's alright if you don't see it."
Tang Mo'er hesitated. She stretched her small hands out and unbuckled his belt.
When she looked down, she felt there was a fiery yet dull gaze set on her. Her face blushed lightly that even her hands clenched tightly. As she had no experience unbuckling a man's belt, she took a really long time to unbuckle it.
She felt anxious and her actions were flustered.
"Ha." he chuckled softly.
Tang Mo'er felt as if her ears were burning red from embarrassment. She retracted her hand, "I can't unbuckle. You unbuckle it yourself!"