She glared at Samuel in his black attire, finding him insufferable. Not only were his features cold and detached, but his entire being felt rigid and unyielding—only his fair face could be considered soft.
Xingyu grabbed his shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and bit him viciously on the cheek in retaliation, leaving two rows of damp, deep red teeth marks.
These striking marks marred his flawless face, yet they added a hint of captivating, wicked allure.
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