He remained motionless, his hands going to untie the sash at her waist.
Soon, his large palm slid inside the opening of her robes.
Years of wielding a spear had left a faint callus on the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.
The rough texture of his skin grazed her waist.
Cui Lingyao's body went rigid, her pupils dilating in shock.
Pushing him away was useless. With no time to think, she clenched her jaw and bit down—hard.
The metallic tang of blood exploded in her mouth.
Xie Jinbai let out a muffled grunt, his brow furrowed, and the hand on her waist tightened instinctively.
It wasn't a powerful grip, but a young woman's body was delicate, and in such a sensitive spot, the pain was enough to make Cui Lingyao want to bite him again.
Xie Jinbai was one step ahead, pinching her cheeks to stop her from taking a vicious bite. He lowered his head and pressed a heavy kiss to her rosy lips, chuckling. "Are you part puppy? Getting addicted to biting, are we?"
