Ying's brain wasn't able to process the sudden wet kiss because it was that much of a new experience for her. But it did allow Han Bohai to take some liberties. For instance, he grew bold and not just sucked on her neck but also nipped it.
Only when his tongue was about to lick the same spot, Ying's brain came alive with a buzz and instinctively her hand lifted to smack his head.
"Damn it!" he rubbed where she hit him. "You really need to get rid of this habit."
"Or maybe, you just need to get used to it," retorted Ying and tilted her neck to see before gasping, "What the hell did you do?"
Han Bohai lifted her hair and looked at his masterpiece with a grin, "That... I got carried away when you didn't push me away."
Ying glared at him but didn't want to hit him. She once again looked at her neck which had a red glowing mark. Looked like she didn't have to be too curious about those love bites any longer.
