Suddenly, He An's gaze fell on her back, and his pupils shrank abruptly.
On that fair jade back, there were two finger marks, turned purple from bruising. Judging by their shape, they were clearly a man's handprints. On the snowy white skin, they stood out starkly.
"What is this?" He An asked in a cold voice.
Kang Jinxian turned her head groggily, unable to see anything on her own back.
"What?"
He An's finger touched the area: "How did a man's finger marks get on your back?"
A "thump" in Kang Jinxian's heart jolted her out of her desire-fogged mind.
That's not good, these were left there by her brother in the study during that time. She had completely forgotten about them.
Luckily, she was quick-witted and answered vaguely: "Speak of the devil, you were so forceful last time, nearly crushing my bones. I have sensitive skin to begin with, and a little pinch from you leaves marks for days. It hurt so much."
