The kisses landing on the neck were wild and passionate.
He was igniting fires all over her body.
Ying Jing endured silently.
Looking at the marks imprinted on her skin, she swallowed hard.
Even with layers of foundation, she couldn't cover them up.
"Wen Fucheng, you did this on purpose."
The man standing at the wardrobe, tying his tie, listened to the accusation behind him and confessed without hesitation.
"Yes, it was on purpose." He knew too well the nature of those Wen Family men; he couldn't stand the way they would look at her the moment they saw what she was wearing.
"If I start acting and enter the entertainment industry, I'll face these stares too. Will you still forbid it then?"
Putting away the tie he had already knotted, he came in front of her.
"That's different, Ying Jing."
Just as Ying Jing was about to retort, the words reached her throat but then fell back down.
She seemed to understand something from his reaction.
