Ye Sihan's black eyes, carrying the gaze of a wild beast in the night, fiercely stared at the prey beneath him, as if he could tear her to shreds the next second.
His gaze shifted to the side.
Tang Yu's pajama neckline was somewhat loose, exposing the tender skin beneath.
On her shoulder, there was a scar, a mark he had left on that stormy and thunderous night.
Tang Yu breathed rapidly, "The room isn't soundproof, and today is my grandfather's memorial day, we can't... Ah!" A dull pain came from her shoulder.
Fearing that the neighbors would hear, she suppressed her cries in her throat.
Ye Sihan bit into the flesh of her shoulder like a wild animal, gnawing at it, a tingling pain spread, causing her body to shiver.
She just wanted to remind him that today was Zhao Xing's memorial day, and they couldn't do that kind of thing.
After a prolonged pain, he let go, and Ye Sihan lay on top of her, motionless.