"..."
Shen Heyu found herself unable to respond verbally to his kind of evaluation; she frowned, allowing him to embrace her, to kiss her tenderly, indulging in these intimate acts, but she couldn´t understand how he could bring himself to do so.
For her, there was no sense that Pei Yansi bore any love for her, and with no such sentiment, how could he be so intimate with her, based merely on a slight grudge?
Pei Yansi felt her resistance and lack of response, but he didn´t care and carried on kissing her with enjoyment.
When he kissed her neck, she put up her hand to block him and said, "It will leave marks."
She didn´t want him to leave any marks on her that others could see.
Pei Yansi frowned, reached out to pull open her collar, and gazed at her slender neck. The graceful curve of her swan-like neck, the delicate white skin—it was a sight that stirred the passions.
His fingers caressed her gently and he spoke blandly, "Wouldn´t it be better if it left a mark?"