Sang Luo's neck, her arms... everywhere hidden beneath her clothes, was covered in romantic red marks.
She shot a resentful glare at the satisfied and cheerful Si Ye. 'That guy must have secretly been studying up on certain things.' The longer they went on, the more skilled he became, mastering the rhythm to please her and touching places that made her very soul tremble uncontrollably. It was a world of difference from his first fumbling, awkward attempt. It was pure ecstasy and torment, more than she could handle.
Sang Luo had wanted to use her Healing Technique to remove the marks, but Si Ye stubbornly refused, not even letting her cover them with powder.
"I'm hungry."
"I'll take you to the dining hall to eat," Si Ye said, eagerly leading her over.
Sang Luo ordered plenty of fine wine and good food, all of her favorite dishes.
They also happened to run into Fei Yuan.
