At the thought of that, Charlotte let her arms fall. She stopped resisting him and bit on Zachary’s shoulder vengefully.

She mustered all her strength into the bite as if she wanted to tear off a piece of him.

However, Zachary appeared to have felt no pain. Not only did he not resist nor push her away, he even continued to let her bite him.

Only when she tasted the tangy scent of blood did Charlotte stop. Moving away from him, she shot him a defiant glare.

“Very well…”

That was the feral side of her that Zachary liked. Pinching her cheeks, he gently brushed his thumb across the corner...