Feng Rong looked at the spot where he bit.
It was faintly oozing blood.
The bruise appeared particularly noticeable on her delicate white skin.
A very faint scent of milk candy wafted from her body.
He hated eating candy.
But the scent on her was not unpleasant.
"Did little stepmom take a bath with milk candy?"
Su Yan shook her head.
"No."
She thought they had finally switched topics, no longer mentioning the biting issue.
Who knew, Feng Rong suddenly changed the subject.
"Since little stepmom is so easy to bite, use your milk candy to repay."
His voice was leisurely, unhurried.
Su Yan blinked, silent for a moment.
"Then how much candy do you want?"
"How much do you have?"
"A lot."
Saying this, Su Yan's hand silently reached into her pocket.
She began to take out pieces, one by one.
Five minutes later.
"Ninety-nine pieces, one hundred pieces, one hundred..."
The pieces of milk candy were scattered across the bed.
