Actually, he knew that her body was covered with bruises from him kneading her, and holding her in his arms, he wanted her even more. Really, no matter how many times they did it, he always felt it wasn't enough.
Her hand pressed against his chest, she shook her head desperately, frowning, "Young Master, please don't do this? My body still hurts."
He knew she was in pain because when he touched her skin, he could feel her trembling under his hand, as if resisting his closeness.
"Alright, when you're better, we can do it again." He pecked at her soft lips, which were also injured from his kisses. At that moment, he regretted his roughness. Seeing her entire body covered in bruises, his heart clenched tightly, unable to let go for a long time.
