"My neck..." Harrison Lucas instinctively reached up to cover his neck, only to realize something was amiss.
In the depths of winter, he had been wearing turtleneck clothes, so he had completely forgotten to cover the... ahem, unspeakable love bites left by the man in front of him.
But today, wearing the training suit, the red and purple love bites on his neck were no longer concealable.
Harrison Lucas touched his neck, his expression changing several times. Just as he was about to speak, he heard his Major General's cold voice ring out again, "Don't tell me this was caused by a mosquito, it's winter."
Jordan Lancaster squinted his eyes, examining the parts of Harrison Lucas's neck not covered by his palm.
'His' neck is indeed slender, and the skin is very fair, allowing one to clearly see the blood vessels under the fair skin.
That little boy who always followed behind him with his head down in his memories seemed to have grown up.
