She could only bite the spot on his chest.
The man in black standing in the hall below couldn't help but gasp, standing up straight. Even from this distance, they could feel the pain at their young master's chest.
That spot was injured when he saved the young miss, a long cut sewn up by Doctor Mo. The young miss really knew how to pick a spot, didn't she?
Maybe the stitches there had already been bitten apart.
Jared Quinn let out a muffled groan, his face gradually turning pale. Looking down at the petite woman fiercely biting his chest, she seemed like an enraged little beast, biting him recklessly.
He could feel that she was not holding back at all when she bit him!
"Young miss," the man in black downstairs couldn't help but speak up to remind, "Master Jared he..."
Before the man in black could finish his sentence, Jared Quinn's gaze had already sliced across like a sharp blade, prompting the man in black to fall silent.
