Jiang Ruan felt as if the skin on her neck was about to be bitten through by him.
It seemed as if he was trying to leave some kind of mark.
He was afraid of hurting her, so he would gently caress it with the tip of his tongue from time to time, a strange mix of tenderness and obsessiveness
"What are you doing?" she asked, feeling warm all over.
"Leaving my mark," he replied.
Jiang Ruan found it amusing. So that was it.
Then the man looked up, his eyes deep as the sea behind his glasses, "Do you think, if I keep marking this spot every day, over time, it might really be engraved deep into your skin?"
"Hmm? Why do this?" she asked, puzzled.
Fu Chi gazed down at the mark, deep red against her fair skin. His eyes were deep set, his fingers gently touching it, "This is my mark, who knows, maybe in our next life I'll use it to find you."
"You're rather superstitious, aren't you," Jiang Ruan's heart softened at his words.
Fu Chi remained silent.
He just lightly smiled.
