"What if I don't let go?" Xu Jiayan's deep voice spoke.
Jiang Yuan's gaze fell on his slightly protruding collarbone, his skin glowing white and shiny, she swallowed again and said, "Hasn't anyone told you that boys should also know how to protect themselves when they're out?"
A low chuckle emitted from his chest, feeling the vibration at his chest, Jiang Yuan's face couldn't help but start heating up.
What was there to laugh about, was she wrong?
Jiang Yuan blushed with embarrassment.
"Then you can't blame me!" The next second, he suddenly leaned down and bit above his collarbone.
Since the class had started, she had been wanting to do this.
The moment her tender, moist lips touched his collarbone, Xu Jiayan couldn't help but shiver, the hands pinching her waist tightened suddenly, his usual calm and collected composure dissipated in an instant.
Following that, a slight stinging pain came from his collarbone.
