ng Changqiang elegantly raised his brush, dipped it in a bit of cinnabar, returned to the scroll, and lightly dotted the lips of the figure he had already sketched. Thus, this enticing portrait of a b...nd helplessness at being unable to resist. Since she felt that way, then fine; he was a villain for raping a virtuous woman, but today he would turn it around: since there's already a wound, why not s...