Lin Zhiyi's neck throbbed with pain; Gong Chen had bitten her hard this time, as if he were punishing her.
But she dared not make a sound, breathing hard, fists clenched as she endured the agony.
Then, Gong Chen pried open her fist, interlocking their fingers, the biting on her neck turning into a gentle grind.
She was dazed for a few seconds, until the knock on the neighbor's door startled her awake.
She struggled, "Let go."
"Scarf."
"I threw it away."
"Lin Zhiyi, you should know the consequences of lying to me."
Gong Chen's voice was low in her ear, commanding with an irresistible oppressiveness.
"In the bag," Lin Zhiyi said softly.
Being caught in a lie caused her neck to blush a faint pink, highlighting the ambiguous redness of the bite mark. She lowered her eyelashes, her lips slightly pursed in a seductive pout.
She awkwardly shifted her body, and Gong Chen tightened his hold around her waist.
"Don't move."