Brandan sat behind her, giving her a massage to relax her muscles. He glanced at her complaining expression and said casually, "To talk about being like a dog, you're not much better."
The bite mark on his shoulder was still bleeding.
Iris lifted her head and glanced at him lightly. "You deserved it."
Upon hearing this, Brandan pinched her waist. "In this world, is there any woman who bites as hard as you?"
After giving Iris a bath, Brandan quickly rinsed himself off. On the sofa, Iris was sitting wrapped in a bathrobe, blow-drying her hair. Her hair was fluffy with a bit of natural curl; when dry, it was slightly curly. At this moment, it was wet and looked even curlier, as if it had been permed.
Brandan came over, took the hair dryer from her hand, and stood behind the sofa to help her dry her hair. From his angle, he could see the scenery at her neckline, a trail of purple kiss marks densely going all the way down...
Who knows how many days it will take to fade.
