"Be good, let me take a look."
After the brief moment of mischief, Song Guanyu always instinctively avoided Ye Yansheng’s smiling eyes. When those eyes calmly rested on her, it felt impossible to escape from them. The vortex was too deep and mesmerizing, containing a profound and unique emotion.
Standing in front the wardrobe, Song Guanyu was picking out a favorite dress. She chose an藕粉色 (lotus pink) strapless slip dress, its hem stopping just above the knee. She took it out and held it up against herself in the full-length mirror, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. It perfectly matched today’s hairstyle.
Although she and Ye Yansheng had been recklessly intimate regardless of time or place these past days, fortunately he hadn’t left marks on her neck. Any hidden marks were covered by clothing, so this dress wouldn’t be a problem. The only slightly visible trace was from that morning’s activities: Ye Yansheng had left some red marks just below her collarbone, a little sore from his sucking. The soft, murmuring sounds he had made still seemed to echo in her ears. Just thinking about it made her eardrums throb, and she could even recall the sensation of his rough, broad palms gently rubbing and caressing her.
Song Guanyu looked at her flushed face in the mirror and held her breath. She twisted and turned, examining herself front and back. Seeing no visible marks, she breathed a sigh of relief. Everything left would be hidden by clothes; all exposed skin was fine.
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