Ayame and Rouhuo lay together under the blanket. Her body still carried the echoes of last night; her arms ached a little. Her lips were tired from all the kisses, and along her back she could still feel the faintly burning marks from Rouhuo's claws, left from their heated passion, with equally scorching hickeys on her neck.
How am I supposed to hide all of this from Lan Yue? Only two days left until our trip, I doubt it will all fade by then. Rouhuo left such deep marks on my back and neck that I don't know if regular makeup will even cover them.
Ayame furrowed her brow and turned on her side, looking at the sleeping Rouhuo.
First, her eyes wandered over her hair - light, fluffy, slightly tousled from their passionate night together. Then she looked with desire at her strong, warm arms, and finally… her face.
