She pulled open his collar and naturally sought the familiar spot, indeed, the marks were no longer clear, but the past was still vaguely there, instantly recognizable as the traces left by teeth.
"Remember now? Every time I hurt you, you would bite, so fiercely," he murmured in her neck, inhaling her pleasant scent, his voice husky with desire as he pressed his burning passion against her, conveying his yearning.
Submerged in memories, Lian Qiao sobbed lowly, "You knew it was because it hurt that I bit, didn't you?"
She still remembered their first time, in that War God Vehicle, where this man had tormented her almost to the point of suffocation. She remembered the many times after that when this man, inflamed with passion, would be as relentless as a wild beast, and her biting was nothing more than an involuntary release of irritation.
In fact, at the time, she hadn't intended to bite so hard; so many years had passed, yet the indentations of her teeth hadn't faded.
