Xuan Ying's muscular torso was exposed for all to see.
His muscles were clearly defined, and his skin was covered in a mix of old and new, intimate marks—
Reddened kiss marks, faint bite marks, and a few lingering scratches, all glaringly conspicuous under the sun.
The tips of Jiang Xinli's ears burned as she stared at him, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. "Xuan Ying, what is the meaning of this?"
"What's this? You dare to do it but not admit it?" Xuan Ying raised an eyebrow and sneered, but his ice-blue eyes, filled with intense jealousy, were fixed on Sheng Tianze's arm.
Jiang Xinli followed his gaze and froze for a moment.
Sheng Tianze had been busy grilling for her, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
It was only then that she noticed the muscles in his arm were taut, marked with several faint red scratches, like those from a stray cat.
Her gaze traveled up to his collar, where a few more red marks were visible deep within.
