"Age, please beg me." Shen Lian's voice was hoarse and his eyes locked on hers.
When the check was handed to him, his cuffs slipped inadvertently. Ge Jiayi's pupils suddenly contracted, and a twisted scar on his wrist pierced her eyes.
"It's ugly, isn't it?" He chuckled, "It was left behind the night you left."
"Does it still hurt?" Ge Jiayi's trembling fingertips hung over the scar.
Shen Lian clasped her wrist with his backhand and pressed it on his left chest, "This is where the real pain is. How are you going to compensate me?"
Ge Jiayi suddenly stood on tiptoe and touched his lips, "Is this... Enough?" Shen Lian pinched her waist and deepened the kiss.
