He let her bite, showing no intention of evading, a faint, indulgent smile lingering on his lips. He patiently waited for her to release her grip.

 

A bright red plum blossom adorned the snowy white shirt on his shoulder. Andrew casually glanced at it, his deep eyes devoid of any ripples, as if the person bitten wasn't him.

 

"Done biting? Well then, it's my turn," he said and immediately enveloped her in his arms, passionately kissing her lips like a storm.

 

His kiss was domineering and reckless, making her lips numb, her breath becoming increasingly erratic, even feeling like she was on the brink of death.

 

Before she could suffocate,...