The Complete Recovery

After the bath, Long Zhao Feng lifted Xiao Yue's wet body into his arms and dried her body using a clean towel. He took special care to rub against select spots, causing Xiao Yue to push against him indignantly.

"Stop it," she scolded.

Long Zhao Feng looked up at her with a grin on his face.

"So you allow me to use my mouth and my fingers last night but you don't want me to dry them this morning?"

Xiao Yue smacked the shameless man hard, grabbed the towel, and dried herself. Long Zhao Feng broke in a burst of laughter. He pressed a kiss against Xiao Yue's shoulder and then kissed his way down her back. That was when he noticed a black symbol in form of a pair of wings just over Xiao Yue's shoulder blades in the middle of her back. His fingers rubbed against the symbol thoughtfully.

"What is this?"

"What is what?"