"Nathan Foster, don’t go too far!" South Grant said through gritted teeth.
"Hmm, I won’t go too far." Nathan Foster mumbled, then lowered his head and continued his previous actions. "I’ll just go further."
South Grant: "..."
South Grant wanted to move, but then she was pinned to the bed by Nathan Foster.
Nathan Foster thoughtfully supported the back of her head with his left hand to prevent her wound from rubbing against the sheets.
With the other hand, he held South Grant’s wrists above her head, immobilizing her.
Then Nathan Foster, as if playing a ga, left kiss marks on South Grant’s body.
Every ti a mosquito bit her, Nathan Foster would leave a red mark nearby, purposefully larger than the mosquito bite.
South Grant wanted to kick him, but feared he’d take it too seriously and things would really escalate.
"Nathan Foster, you beast... hiss..." South Grant was cursing when she suddenly inhaled sharply, "Nathan Foster, you beast!!!"
At this mont, Nathan Foster lifted his head, looking at South Grant with a smoldering, bottomless gaze, like a waking beast ready to devour.
"Here, too, was bitten by a botherso mosquito," Nathan Foster’s voice was hoarse.
South Grant: "..."
How could any mosquito be more botherso than you?
Seeing him lower his head again, South Grant refused this ti, twisting and struggling desperately.
Drunk Nathan Foster was a senseless beast, now playing with his toy!
South Grant found herself stuck between struggling or not.
South Grant was in a dilemma.
Perhaps sensing South Grant’s distress, Nathan Foster stopped moving.
Finally, Nathan Foster rolled over and lay flat on the bed.
"Sleep." Nathan Foster said in a deep voice, then closed his eyes.
South Grant felt a bit dazed, adjusting her clothes and looking at Nathan Foster.
He lay there with eyes closed, breathing evenly, seemingly asleep already.
Nathan Foster was strange today, but South Grant couldn’t pinpoint the exact oddity.
Initially planning to tell him everything overheard in the grove today, she didn’t expect him to co ho drunk like this, after nibbling on her, just fall asleep.
South Grant sighed, then got up to take a shower in the bathroom.
After showering, she applied the ointnt Nathan Foster gave her on the mosquito bites, slowly covering them while noticing the reddish marks he left beside the little mosquito bumps.
What a jerk!
Annoyed, South Grant put on her pajamas and returned to bed, making several angry faces at Nathan Foster before lying down to sleep on the edge.
The dicine Nathan Foster gave her was effective; by the next morning, the bumps no longer itched.
Nathan Foster left without knowing when; when South Grant got up, he was already gone.
That morning, South Grant looked in the mirror, discovering the scratches had faded considerably, but the red marks Nathan Foster intentionally left were still conspicuously visible.
He must have done it on purpose!
The ones on her body could be covered with clothes, but what about the ones on her neck?
In the end, with no other option, South Grant had to apply foundation and powder to cover the spots Nathan Foster had kissed.
Arriving at school, South Grant couldn’t help recalling the words heard in the grove yesterday.
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