Huo Sihan’s thin lips descended on the side of her neck, a kiss that was half-suck, half-bite. “Behave yourself while I’m away. Hmm?” With a slight shiver, Wen Ying nodded, her breath unsteady. “Okay.” “Call me if anything comes up. If you can’t reach me, find Chen Yue.” Wen Ying managed a strained reply. Huo Sihan’s palm slid onto her waist, his thumb tracing slow circles. “You know what I don’t