"You did cling on to me last night and refused to let me leave. Look at my wrist, there are still red marks from your grip…"
As he spoke, Ji Ziming raised his wrist before Pei Ge's eyes.
It was just as what he had said; there was indeed a red imprint on his wrist.
As she regarded the red marks, she began to mutter to herself.
Could it be that… I really dragged him to her bed?
"Wh-Who knows if you're telling the truth?!"
She did not show any doubt despite her thoughts and raised her head to look at him.
"You don't believe me, huh?"
Looking at the hint of doubt in her eyes, the man curled his lips with a smile.
He pulled her hand over and said with a serious expression, "You can feel it for yourself and you'll know exactly if you left this mark."
As he spoke, he wrapped her hand around his wrist and guided it to grip his gently
