The young girl had already dressed herself properly, appearing amidst the fluttering white silk.
In a long dress of alternating pink and white, which reached her ankles, she stood gracefully, as delicate and refined as a tender flower.
Fu Yinli walked towards her, his gaze landing on her pink lips, drawing her waist close and kissing her.
The young girl tilted her head, biting his neck.
That pain, Fu Yinli did not seem to notice.
Having eaten so little in two days, where would she find any strength? Even the just past pleasure was soft and weak, all led by him, letting her off after only two times.
Had he not discovered the wound on her hand, he wouldn't have stopped so soon.
The sting was masked by a wave of warm, numb tingling, Fu Yinli lowered his head and gave her a sidelong glance, reminding her, "Don't provoke me, Zhizhi."
