As if he wanted to suck all the blood out of Ye Lingyue's body, Wu Zhong's amber eyes were tinged with a trace of blood.
Upon hearing Ye Lingyue's cry of pain, Wu Zhong finally released her.
"Little Yueyue, be good, it will stop hurting in a moment."
He took out a bottle of wound medicine and applied it on Ye Lingyue.
The medicine, upon contact with flesh and blood, quickly stopped the bleeding and healed the flesh; in no time, the bite mark Wu Zhong had left earlier turned into a crescent shape.
It stood out conspicuously on Ye Lingyue's flawless white neck.
Only then did Wu Zhong stretch a satisfied smile and caressed Ye Lingyue's neck with his finger.
"This is my mark. Remember, from now on, no one is allowed to touch anywhere below this spot. I hate it when other men's scent is on you."
"Wu Zhong, you're just a madman," Ye Lingyue finally understood the reason behind Wu Zhong's sudden madness.
So this guy was jealous of the day she was intimate with Bo Qing.
