He lightly caressed Bian Yue's face, his gaze softly dimmed, and in a hoarse voice he said, "Yes, it's not a mistake."
The sea at night in Xiangjiang was calm and without surges. When Bian Yue held Shen Jinci, at the peak of her emotions, she gently bit his collarbone, leaving teeth marks—a hint of possessiveness—as she earnestly declared, "This is mine."
Shen Jinci had fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his slender fingers clasping the back of her neck, his expression deep and tender, "All yours."
Only then did Bian Yue feel satisfied. Just as she was about to say something, a tingling surge overwhelmed her. Her breath caught for a moment, and she found herself unable to speak.
Meanwhile, Shen Jinci lightly kissed her brows and eyes, his voice restrained and husky, "If it hurts, just bite me."
Bian Yue looked at the teeth marks on his collarbone. She reached out to touch them and said in a soft voice, "I can't bear to."
