Qiao Xia smelled a strong scent of alcohol mixed with his familiar fragrance. She felt dizzy, as if walking on clouds where a single misstep could send her plummeting to earth, shattering to pieces. She was terrified, yet so blissfully happy.
He was so close to her.
Within her reach.
Mu Liang, loving you is a sickness for which there is no cure. Do you know that?
Mu Liang kissed her earlobe as the soft fragrance filled his nostrils, awakening a primal urge in his bloodstream. His iron grip suddenly tightened around her, and he bit down on her neck, causing Qiao Xia to let out a suppressed groan of pain.
"Bastard, it hurts..."
Mu Liang left a mark on her neck, seemingly satisfied with it. He then planted several kisses on the mark, squinting his eyes with an innocent smile, as if stamping his ownership over her.
"Mine!"
Qiao Xia, "..."
She was anxious, yet she heard Mu Liang's steady breathing.
He had fallen asleep.
Even in his sleep, he held her dominantly.
