"What are you doing?!"
Ma Xiaotao's face filled with anger. She rattled the chains violently, trying to break free of Xu Cheng's hand.
"This pattern is rather conspicuous. It would be easily spotted on your arms or legs, so your lower abdomen is the best place. Of course, I wouldn't mind putting it on your face if you prefer." Xu Cheng released her and spoke lightly.
"Hmph. Then hurry up..." Ma Xiaotao turned her face away.
Xu Cheng wasted no time. He lifted her fiery-red school uniform again, exposing her smooth, fair lower abdomen, and gently pressed his palm against it.
"Mmph~"
Ma Xiaotao fought back the strange sensation. A warm palm rested lightly against her lower abdomen, and an endless stream of warmth traveled through her blood to every part of her body.
In this gloomy prison, it was a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time.
She gave a soft moan, turned her head, and clenched her teeth, refusing to make another sound. Yet a blush spread all the way to her ears.
"Done."
Xu Cheng withdrew his palm.
Looking again, he saw an intricate dark-red pattern on Ma Xiaotao's abdomen.
"Phew..." Ma Xiaotao breathed a sigh of relief as well, her voice trembling slightly. "If you're placing an imprint in my Sea of Consciousness, why do you need to draw a pattern on my body?"
"Oh, I didn't actually need to. It's purely a personal quirk..." Xu Cheng smiled.
Ma Xiaotao: ???
Her beautiful eyes widened into circles as she stared fixedly at Xu Cheng.
"You mother-"
But in the next instant, Xu Cheng had already waved with a smile and vanished before her.
"..."
"Don't struggle. It'll be over soon..."
Nangong Wan grinned, thinking Ma Xiaotao was resisting.
As time passed, Ma Xiaotao closed her