Zhu Zhuqing grew angrier the more she thought about it. She suddenly raised her head and glared at him.
Taking advantage of the moment he lowered his head to focus on her other arm, she found some unknown reserve of strength, grabbed his wrist, opened her small mouth, and bit down on his arm.
Her teeth sank into flesh.
Tang Shuo's body merely stiffened slightly, but he did not pull his hand away, letting her bite him.
Zhu Zhuqing had acted out of resentment, intending to bite him hard and make him taste pain as well.
Yet when she felt the warmth in her mouth and the faint taste of blood, her heart inexplicably softened.
Without realizing it, she eased up.
In the end, that fierce bite became a light nibble, like a kitten sharpening its teeth.
A moment later, she slowly released him, leaving a neat row of tiny bite marks clearly imprinted on Tang Shuo's arm.
Tang Shuo raised his arm and glanced at the bite marks before looking back at her.
"Were you born in the Year of the Dog?"
He spoke with no discernible anger or joy in his tone, carrying instead a hint of teasing.
Zhu Zhuqing turned her head away, her cheeks slightly flushed, but her words remained unforgiving.
"I'm a cat!"
She abruptly turned back, her eyes reddening again, her voice edged with tears.
"You hit way too hard!"
"You bastard!"
Tang Shuo chuckled at the sight of her looking like an enraged little cat.
"If it didn't hurt, I was afraid you wouldn't remember."
"Your dodging still wasn't fast enough today."
As he spoke, he continued applying the medicine, carefully smearing it over every wound on her arms and calves.
The cool sensation gradually relaxed Zhu Zhuqing's tightly wound body.
Though she