The man's brows furrowed as a pained grunt escaped him, his arm clutched her soft waist, but Luo Qiangwei bit down too fiercely, and he couldn't pull her off for a while.
He hadn't hurt her; he just stood there, letting her bite deeper and deeper.
It was only when he tasted a hint of blood in his mouth that Luo Qiangwei suddenly let go, seeing the expensive shirt she had bitten through, streaked with traces of blood.
A pang of guilt hit her unconsciously, but it quickly turned into anger, all the sad, jealous, and painful emotions surged up, and she gritted her teeth and punched him hard, "Bastard!"
Having an affair yet denying it to the death, and still tormenting her in bed!
Shameless manwhore!
Moh Shiche lowered his gaze to the woman before him, her face vibrant even in anger, which was far better than the cold indifference she had shown him yesterday—
He raised his hand, wiping the blood from her lips, saying indifferently, "Does biting me make you feel better now?"
