At the thought of being punished by a young man in front of the whole city, she felt utterly humiliated.
Even though the cold wind was blowing, her body temperature kept rising, and the presence of the bird chime became increasingly conspicuous. Venerable Qianhua could not hide the shame and anger in her heart, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, causing a few drops of tea to spill from the cup and land near her shoes.
You Su turned around with a faint smile and looked directly into Venerable Qianhua's eyes.
"You're sweating even though it's hot; the wind is strong on the rooftop. Spread your legs a bit to let the wind blow better."
Venerable Qianhua's pupils widened slightly, but she could only comply helplessly.
Holding onto the railing, her face was flushed as she covered the skirt being blown by the wind. The cold wind swept over the tea stains left on her, bringing an unusual chill that made her feel even more humiliated.
