C46 What Kind of Mark Is This?(1)
A few days ago, the marks Yih Qianbo left on Wen Mian's neck had already faded. Yih frowned slightly and leaned down to kiss her neck.
"What are you doing? Just so you know, you can kiss me, but no leaving marks..." Wen Mian's words trailed off as she felt warm lips press against her neck.
Great, he ignored her again
