Yu Chiyin didn't say a word. He shot her a look that was half-mocking, half-smiling and then leaned over to grab his phone from the bedside table.
He was only wearing a loose bathrobe. As he made this move, a generous amount of his sensually appealing chest was exposed.
Lu Fengxuan was caught off guard by this enticing display of flesh, her cheeks flushed, and the words she wanted to yell got stuck in her throat. She hurriedly glanced away after a brief glimpse.
After that quick look, her expression turned rather ugly.
The honey-colored chest she had just seen had some fleeting marks on it, which looked like a bite mark and scratches?
Scratches could be explained, but if those were bite marks, Yu Chiyin wouldn't be so excited as to bite his own pectoral muscles for fun, right?
So—
A bad premonition suddenly hit Lu Fengxuan's mind.
Three seconds later, an audio clip played from someone's phone, confirming her suspicions.
"Brother Ayin..."
"Hmm?"
"I feel bad... Hold me..."
