As Murong Ke kissed her with growing passion, his long, slender fingers gently parted the collar of Su Mingyu’s robe.
Su Mingyu’s body stiffened, and she clutched the edge of the quilt, tense. Just as she was caught in a mental struggle, hesitating whether to push him away, Murong Ke suddenly stopped, his warm palm coming to rest on the small of her back.
"Is there a birthmark here?" Murong Ke’s voice held a trace of jealousy. "To think you would even share such an intimate detail with others. If anyone tries to frame you next time, there is no need for words—just take your blade and carve them up."
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