"What do you want to eat? I'll have the kitchens make something for you."
"Anything is fine. I... don't really have an appetite."
After Si Ye left, Sang Luo sat on the bed, staring blankly toward the door. She touched the side of her neck with a sense of loss. After they had slept together that night, he had bitten her neck in a moment of deep affection, giving her his soul mark.
This kind of Male Beast, when it came to matters of the heart, believed in one true partner. That was why he had so readily entrusted his soul mark to her.
But that time... she had planned it all in advance. Their union hadn't been a natural culmination of mutual affection. It probably wasn't what he truly wanted; she had forcibly taken his Primordial Yang... And yet, Si Ye still thought he had been the one to overstep, feeling guilty and insisting on taking responsibility for her.
For the first time, Sang Luo felt deeply sorry for a Male Beast.
She had been too hasty this time, too rash.
