When she had first walked in, she had completely forgotten about the hickey on her neck.
Song Hanjiang watched her in silence, his brow furrowed with a deep, encroaching chill. A complex air of unrest continued to rise between them. The words "Was that kissed by Fu Jingzhou?" were on the tip of his tongue, but as they reached his lips, they shifted into something else entirely.
Subconsciously turning toward her, he reached out and brushed back a lock of her hair. "Did a mosquito bite you?"
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