A blend of familiar yet foreign scent approached her unrestrainedly, Su Wanxin's breath filled with his scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol.
He must have drunk quite a lot today, after all, it was his company's annual meeting, and he couldn't avoid being toasted to.
His breathing was a bit rapid; Su Wanxin didn't know if it was because he had drunk too much.
He...
She watched his hanging head, instinctively dodging.
His hot breath panting by her ear, he mercilessly bit down on her neck, causing Su Wanxin to whimper in pain.
In the room, there were only the two of them, so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing.
Her displeased "Fu Shihan" stirred an irresistible itch in the heart.
Fu Shihan, with eyes closed, buried his head in her neck. Each breath he took was a twinge of pain in his heart.
He didn't know what was wrong with him; just seeing her always caused him pain.
He, as a person, lacked nothing and had no particular hobbies.
