Rong Zhi's upper garments had been stripped down to his waist, and his jet-black hair spread out softly like clouds as he lay on the green stone platform, face up.
The green stone platform was just large enough to accommodate one person lying down.
Kiss marks and bite marks began from his scar-covered fair neck and spread to his rounded shoulders, meandering down with the undulations of his muscular definition. The skin that was not marred by injuries was originally smooth and lustrous, but now, after Chu Yu had bitten him all over, it was wounded upon wounded, with some areas even oozing strands of blood.
A buzz went off in Chu Yu's head, and it felt like an explosion of fire on her face: What had she just done? Was she possessed by Shan Yin's Princess?
Even if it was overwhelming excitement from a rare meeting, did she really need to nibble Rong Zhi to such an extent?
Or perhaps she had a strong SM inclination deep within her bones that had simply never been discovered before?
