The words halted in her mouth, she stepped toward Xiao Chen, looked into his eyes, and continued, "After all, one night of husband and wife equals a hundred days of grace."
Xiao Chen looked at her, barely able to contain the fury burning in his chest.
Through clenched teeth, he shouted out, "Lan Yue."
Standing beside them, John nonetheless stepped forward with a smile, grabbed her wrist, and with forceful pull, drew her directly into his embrace.
He raised his other hand to tidy her slightly disheveled hair, then casually adjusted her collar.
Revealing her clavicle which was originally hidden beneath the collar.
On her fair skin, that purplish-red bite mark was overwhelmingly glaring.
Xiao Chen stared fiercely at those teeth marks; he remembers every single mark he left on Lan Yue's body, and knows exactly where each is located.
That particular mark was definitely not left by him, and she was here all night with John, without returning.
So, did she really… with John?
