"Ah?!..."
Xiulote's shoulder hurt, and he finally stopped his mischief. Samurai instincts kicked in instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to pull back and protect his side, but fearing he might hurt the delicate person in his arms, he obediently let Alisa bite him.
The pain, like a cat's nibble, came in waves from his shoulder, but it was nothing serious for a samurai. With no other choice, Xiulote reached out to stroke the girl's smooth hair and then flicked her little head.
"Alisa, get up, you've bitten through..."
"Mmm..."
Alisa lifted her head, licked her lips, her cheeks still flushed with an unabating blush. She saw the deep tooth mark on Xiulote's shoulder, some skin broken, and even a little blood. The girl suddenly felt a twinge of heartache, but then, for some reason, she smiled happily.
"Bad brother, that's for being naughty!... Hmph! Leaving my mark on you!"
"Ah!"
