Held tightly by the man in his embrace, Gu Jiayin didn't resist, instead she continued to prick at his pride, "Young Master Chi, being so close to me, haven't you noticed that I'm bitter all over with no hint of sourness?"
Sheng Qianchi knew that hearing nice words from this woman's mouth was impossible in this lifetime.
But he was highly vexed, so he angrily bit down with force, leaving a row of teeth marks on her earlobe.
Her skin was already delicate and fair, and with just this bite, her earlobe and ear base turned a blush pink.
Indeed, he exerted some strength, enough to see her flinch in pain.
Evidently, she was in no mood to fight him, biting her lower lip in silence, her slightly heaving chest the only sign she was angered.
"Hehehe..." Sheng Qianchi was entertained, his low, slow laughter was like a fatal enchantment.
