Suddenly, everything turned pitch black, and Jiang Ruan felt warm breath brush past her ear, tickling her gently. The familiar scent unique to Bao Ye filled her nose. Without sight, her senses became exceptionally keen.
She shrank her slender swan-like neck back a bit, somewhat ticklish, and raised her hand with a smile to grasp his large hand: "What are you doing?"
Under the moonlight, Bao Ye's dark eyes stared fixedly at her visibly reddened earlobe.
His eyes grew deeper, like a wolf in the deep night with eyes gleaming amidst intertwining light.
He leaned over and gave it a light nibble.
It was sweet.
Caught off guard, Jiang Ruan's hair stood on end.
She couldn't help but make a sound, covering her bitten ear, and she protested to him: "Bao Ye, why are you biting me?"
"Don't look at me with those pitiful eyes." Bao Ye licked his lips, speaking with a playful tone: "Next time, it won't be as simple as just biting your ear."
