Mu Yazhe smiled mischievously. His slender index finger poked at her sensitive spot, causing her to let out an involuntary moan. Yun Shishi promptly covered her mouth and glared at the man.
Is this fellow trying to turn me into a laughingstock?
"Shishi, what happened?" The person tried to push the door open.
Her nerves had become taut and her breathing had gone rapid by now.
"Reply to her." He smiled evilly. His tongue licked the still evident hickey on her neck. That was his 'mark' on her.
She did not know what to say next. Right now, she was overcome with indignation over this man who was out to make life difficult for her.
Under his offensive, half her sanity was razed while the other half was debilitative.
"I'm fine… I'll pass your jacket… to you later…"
There was suddenly no more noise outside the door after this.
The long silence heightened her anxiety.
