When Qin Xue woke up, it was already broad daylight. She moved her somewhat sore body, slowly got out of bed, and then looked for clothes to wear.
Qin Xue's face flushed as she looked at herself in the mirror. The red marks on her neck made her wonder how she would face people today.
Qin Xue touched the exposed hickey, feeling like she had brought this on herself. That damned man, was he trying to let everyone know what they did last night?
It was such a hot day, even if she wanted to hide it, she couldn't.
Out of options, Qin Xue went into her space and found some peach blossoms and a few herbs. She crushed them to extract the juices and then, facing the mirror, slowly painted over the marks with a brush.
By the time Qin Xue stopped, a few delicate and enticing rose-like patterns appeared on her neck, connected by fine branches.
