Wen Ying was in a daze when she got back, and the first thing Chi Nanxue noticed was the conspicuous mark on her neck—somewhere between a bite and a hickey.
"Ran into Huo Xingzhou again?" she whispered.
Wen Ying dropped her things and collapsed onto the sofa, giving a weak nod.
Unsure of how to comfort her, Chi Nanxue sighed and poured her a cup of hot water.
Wen Ying cradled the cup in both hands
















