Mu Anan bit Zong Zhengyu's back.
Not only that, she even used her teeth to grind it.
Zong Zhengyu only felt that the skin on his back started to heat up, along with a faintly discernible sharp pain.
His eyes, which were originally deep and serene, had completely looked bottomless.
At the same time, he felt a familiar stinging sensation in his brain.
Zong Zhengyu held Mu Anan with one hand and rubbed his glabella with his other hand's index and middle fingers.
Because he used too much force, his glabella turned red.
When Mu Anan suddenly bit down hard, Zong Zhengyu couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed Mu Anan's calf and pulled her from behind along his waist.
Mu Anan's soft hair brushed across the carpet because of that movement. However, she did not look surprised at all. Instead, she smiled mischievously.
Zong Zhengyu hugged her, turned around, and pressed her onto the sofa.