Lucy Ansley didn't resist, instead she nestled back into her original position, leaving a few more marks. The color deepened, and this mark probably wouldn't fade away in a week.
After finishing, the girl sat up in his arms, looked at her handiwork, and with a smile, said, "I've stamped you. Next time you come, I'll add more color."
Henry Ronan didn't need to look to know that this 'stamp' must be eye-catching.
He calmly caressed Lucy Ansley's cheek, smiling with interest, "According to you, shouldn't I stamp one too?"
Lucy Ansley swallowed, quietly pulled up her coat collar, hiding the lower half of her face inside, and mumbled, "No, I'm a patient, people might see it."
Henry Ronan's smile remained, as he gazed thoughtfully over her body, "Then it should be stamped somewhere less visible."
Upon hearing this, Lucy Ansley was a bit tempted.
