It brought a faint, tingling numbness.
"Mmm..."
A noncommittal sound escaped his throat, carrying the grogginess of just waking up and a subtle sense of satisfaction.
Li Zhi could feel the heavy weight on her lift slightly.
Then, the young man's warm breath washed over her again, this time brushing even closer to her neck.
His gaze was almost tangible.
She could feel his eyes fall to the side of her neck.
"Sss..."
A sharp intake of breath, seemingly caught in his throat, came from above her.
It was as if he was letting out a silent gasp at the obvious "evidence" of his crime.
Shen Yuan propped himself up a bit, his eyelids half-lowered. His blurry vision gradually came into focus.
His gaze froze. The pads of his fingers, which had been unconsciously stroking her back, stopped instantly. A thick, sensual tension hung in the air.
The young man's breath hitched. He forced his gaze away from the mark, letting it travel slowly upward.
