Wei Anning turned to face him, staring at him without blinking. The man's body was enveloped in the fresh scent of tobacco, along with a faint smell of pheromones – all scents that brought her peace of mind.
During the days she was imprisoned in the windowless civilian house by Song Zhenye, she was scared out of her wits, but what she missed even more was his body heat. Now that she had finally returned to his side, should she waste her time on arguing?
She leaned in, bit his lower lip, and gave it a hard bite. Hearing his muffled grunt and tasting the metallic flavor that spread from his lip, she sucked on it strongly before releasing him, looking at him mischievously like a fox.
"I've branded your lips; from now on, only I can touch them. If you dare to kiss someone else, I will never forgive you!"
