After years away from the capital, I returned to find a female study attendant at my fiancé’s side.
I stormed over to demand an explanation, only to drink a cup of drugged tea by mistake.
When I opened my eyes again, I was pinning my fiancé’s stern, old-fashioned, rule-bound elder brother beneath me, his body covered in scandalous red marks.
Our eyes met.
Silence filled the room.
I forced a smile and searched for something—anything—to ease the mortifying tension.
Without a word, he rose, found a length of white silk, and expressionlessly began to—
My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll take responsibility!”
“I said I’ll take responsibility!”