Yet, ideals are full, while reality is stark.
The man had trained from a young age, and there wasn't an ounce of excess fat around his waist. His taut skin was impossible to grasp, and as she twisted and turned her hand grew tired, but not a single eyebrow of his raised, making her feel rather bored.
The bodyguard opened the car door, and Huangfu Jue got in sideways, holding her as she sat in the back seat. Her head tilted over, resting against his chest, and when her gaze landed on the small red spot there, her back teeth began to itch.
"Don't mess around!"
Perceiving her intention, Huangfu Jue warned in a low voice.
She pouted and then, without courtesy, took a bite.
She hadn't planned on it originally, but… since he forbade it, she insisted on biting!
"Sir."