Yan Qingsi ran into the bathroom and grabbed a bathrobe. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, she was horrified. The expletive came naturally. "Son of a b*tch…"
There were love bites all over her body. The marks were numerous and peppered her whole body — her back, her thighs, even her insteps were not spared. Some marks were close to each other and looked like peach blossoms on her fair and easily-bruised skin. She let out a groan, thinking about how long it would take for all the hickeys to fade away.
Oddly, she was not taken advantage of in a sexual manner. While her body was sore, they were all due to the voracious biting and sucking.
The man just rolled her around and bit at her skin.
Yan Qingsi gritted her teeth. 'That pervert.'
She wondered if he had been afflicted by mental issues, to have done such a thing.
