My heart suddenly trembled. Looking down where Master Zhao was pointing, I realized there was a reddish mark, neither deep nor shallow, on my collarbone. It was obviously a love bite, clear evidence of intimacy, the kind left by either a mouth or a hand—a blemish not from a bump.
I'd been with him for a year, and he never had the habit of leaving 'strawberries' on my skin. That's a young puppy's game, the only possibility was this morning—in the closet—with Cheng Yu—
He had kissed my neck and chest!
Master Zhao's gaze bore into my face, making me feel as if the sky had shattered and the earth had split open.
I tightened my grip, quelling the panic in my heart.
I feigned ignorance, "Isn't this just a hickey?"
Master Zhao, playing with a strand of my hair, suddenly tightened his grip.
"I never had the habit of marking women like this."
The sharp pain at the scalp and the rush of tears that well up are unbearable—suddenly, I really want to cry.
