Qing'er snuggled blissfully on his shoulder, inhaling his scent which was mixed with her own. His fingers drew circles on her bare back, making her shivered in between. She savored the aftertaste of their union, feeling the joy and satisfaction that was almost bursting through her chest.
The sun was already high up in the sky and the weather was warm, but inside of their room, it was still scorching hot with the marks of their passion in every corner of it.
She sniffed the faint trace of his blood and frowned. There was a crisscross marks of her nails on his shoulder and back which had already half-dried. She pursed her lips, feeling her heart ached. "Does it hurt?" She whispered with her hands trailing across his wound ever so softly as if she was handling a fragile treasure.
Yu Jian dropped a kiss on her temple and let out a breathless chuckle. "Baby, the pain you gave is a sweet pleasure I am willing to indulge in."
