Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, about to speak, but suddenly she felt the warm breath on her cheek sliding slowly downward.
One after another, it softly landed on her chin, her neck, her collarbone...
"Husband," Lu Zhaozhao flustered, immediately reaching out to hold Song Sinian's head.
Song Sinian seemed completely unaware of her panic; instead, he continued to urge her in a calm tone, "Keep talking about your important matters. Don't stop."
If it weren't for Lu Zhaozhao catching a glimpse of the reddened corners of his eyes from restraint and the increasingly heavy breath on her collarbone, she would have really been fooled by him.
Lu Zhaozhao glared at Song Sinian discontentedly, her sharp canines biting fiercely into his pale neck.
She applied some force, the sharp pain rubbing against the blood vessels in his neck, the thudding heartbeat carrying an unusual tingling sensation through his boiling blood to his limbs.
