When Zhu Mian crawled out of the miasma forest, she was covered in wounds, hungry and dizzy, with only one breath left.
As a result, he was picked up by the most noble man in Xuanyuan City.
Lou Dan is the Dragon Lord, the ruler of Xuanyuan City, and his rules are so strict that the entire city dares not breathe.
But he personally taught Zhu Mian how to write, treated his injuries personally, applied the seven-inch thorn with his own hands and smoothed the needle holes with his own hands.
Zhu Mian lay on the couch and his back was shaking with pain. Lou Dan's hand slid down his spine inch by inch.
"My lord," Zhu Mian turned around and asked him, "are you always so ambiguous when you punish people?"
Lou Dan's voice was light: "When I punish someone, I won't let them call out their names."
"When I punish people," he asked, "what are you thinking about?"
Zhu Mian lay on his hand, shaking in pain, gritting her teeth and said, "I was wondering, have you touched enough?"
