My wife, come, kiss me!

sang xia was in his arms, her hair hanging down and covering her tear-stained face. it also covered the scene of her biting rong zhan's shoulder.

Rong Zhan knew how much she was suffering now. It hurt even more than his own shoulder.

She bit him so hard, as if she was venting all her emotions.

It was as if she hated him for acting on his own initiative, for his shamelessness, and at the same time, she hated herself for being so disappointing.

It was so hopeless.

This moment of despair was probably not caused by their meeting. It was probably more of a reminder of what had happened in the past.

Rong Zhan was wearing a thin shirt, and she bit him so hard that there were even darker marks on his shoulder. It was the color of blood.