Raising the arm that wasn't injured to hold her body, Leng Zirui gently stroked her hair, speaking softly.
"Don't cry, you look really ugly when you cry!"
She sniffled, opened her mouth, and bit his shoulder.
It seemed forceful, but there was no real strength behind it.
His body tasted salty and bitter.
Understanding her feelings at this moment, Leng Zirui just let her bite him, after a while, he teased, "Well, does it have a manly taste?!"
"It stinks!" she whispered against his neck.
"Even if it stinks, I'm still your man!" he said domineeringly, pulling her even tighter into his embrace.
She could have avoided suffering so much. If she hadn't tried to escape, she wouldn't have been hit, nor would her wrists and ankles be marked from being tied up.
He knew why she didn't listen; she didn't want to drag him down.
This silly girl cared for him far more than he imagined!
And he felt the same.
