When Huang Yize saw those red marks, he knew very well that they were his doing—he had planted those bites on her neck. His dark gaze turned gentle, and yet he felt immensely possessive.
It was as though she belonged to him, and those marks were seals of his ownership.
Yun Bilu pouted. "Huang Yize, I'm not a young girl. Don't you know that?"
Seeing how stubborn Yun Bilu was, Huang Yize smiled but didn't say anything as he stood elegantly beside her. He looked as handsome as a tall tree, yet as charming as a king.
Yun Bilu followed Huang Yize's gaze through the mirror. She looked at her neck and turned around to glare angrily at him. "Look at what you did. It's all your fault. How can I go to school tomorrow?"
Huang Yize hugged Yun Bilu and lowered his head to kiss her neck. He said clearly, "Yun Bilu, you started it, didn't you know? You wanted something that you cannot handle. Do you understand now?"
