Daily life again
Early morning. Sun cascaded through the curtain and hit the figures on the bed. One of them moved and stretched then sat up. The figure was Ling Qingyu.
She gazed gently at Yang Qingyue sleeping soundly on the side. Since being trained by Tang Ziyi, no matter the time of sleep, Ling Qingyu woke up early.
She brushed the back of her hand gently across Yang Qingyue, who sighed and moaned, shuffling on the bed. Ling Qingyu smiled and even had an idea to blockade Yang Qingyue's nostril.
Afterward, she noticed pale red lines over her wrist and some other redness. She remembered how wild Yang Qingyue was last night.
Perhaps, too much pressure had burdened the girl that Yang Qingyue vented on her along with the so-called punishment. Handcuffed and ridden; all those whip marks. Everything opened her eyes.