"Your sister's the one who's in pain!" Qian Renxue straddled him, looking down at him with displeasure in her eyes. "I'm a girl, and I didn't say it hurt. You're a grown man—what are you whining about?"
As she spoke, she bent down and bit his chest.
"Ah—!" Zhao Linchuan cried out. "Xue'er! Who taught you that?! Are you all dogs or something?!"
Qian Renxue gave a muffled grunt and answered indistinctly, "I... learned it from... Big Sister... She said this is called..."
Zhao Linchuan: "..."
The next morning.
Qian Renxue linked her arm through Zhao Linchuan's as they walked out of the residence.
She had changed back into women's clothes today, wearing a pale-gold gown. Her golden hair was swept up high, revealing her long, fair neck.
A light dusting of makeup brightened her face, and she looked radiant, breathtakingly beautiful.
She wasn't pretending anymore. She had gone straight back to wearing women's clothes and had even taken the time to dress up.
Beside her, Zhao Linchuan looked as usual, though a few faint bite marks could be seen on his neck.
As they walked, Qian Renxue muttered under her breath, "You're a grown man. Why do you keep going on about how much it hurts?"
"You wouldn't understand," Zhao Linchuan replied quietly. "It's part of the fun. If I didn't say a word, you'd think it was boring."
"No wonder Sister Ling'er says you're secretly lecherous." Qian Renxue gave him a look that said, "I've seen right through you." "You always like to just sit back and take it. You won't eat unless someone puts the meat right in your mouth."
Zhao Linchuan looked helpless. "Did Yan Lingji really teach you that? That Yan Lingji has led you all astray."
"It's the company you keep." Qian Renxue