Early the next morning, Su Yaoguang sat in front of the mirror, looking at the red marks on her neck and turned back, glaring fiercely at the satisfied-looking scoundrel lying there.
"How do you expect me to face people today?"
"Our family's powder is so good; just apply some and it'll cover it up." Zhou Wangshu got out of bed and walked over to her, hugging her from behind, "Didn't you enjoy it a lot last night?"
"I did not." Su Yaoguang felt a bit lacking in conviction.
"Didn't you? Who was it that kept clinging to me..."
"Can't keep your mouth shut?" Su Yaoguang glared at him. "Dare to talk nonsense again, and see how I'll deal with you."
"You used to call me younger brother and took care of me. Now that I've become your man, you beat me every day without any care."
