Hypnotizing Love(Love Letters) novel Chapter 750

Amber's body wiggled.

Who said it wasn't something to be ashamed of? It was something that wasn't supposed to be seen, okay?

This was her first time in the true sense of counting, so how could she not be shy.

And...

Amber pulled the pyjama slightly away from her body, revealing her white, graceful swan-like neck.

But now, her flawless neck was now covered with hickeys, making one's imagination run wild.

Amber blushed and looked down at the red marks sucked out of her collarbone and glared at the man by the bed, "Look at you, that's too much. How would I go out like this?"

Jared looked at his masterpiece on her body, and his thin lips curled up, "It's still winter, and no one will see you in a turtleneck; furthermore, I'm not the only one who goes overboard."

"Hmm?" Amber's back jerked up, and they had an inexplicable lousy feeling.

The next thing she saw was Jared suddenly turning around with his back to her.

"What are you doing?" Amber asked, puzzled.

Instead of answering, the man lowered his head, pulled the strap of his robe tied around his waist, and half-removed the robe from his body, revealing his lean back.

It wasn't as if Amber had never seen Jared's back before; she knew precisely how many whipping marks Lady Georgia had left on it.

Now, in addition to the scars of the whip, there were many new bruises on his back, the marks running from his shoulders to his waist. It was numbing to look at; the smaller injuries were purple and red, not yet bleeding.

However, the more serious ones had broken skin and were covered with scabs of dried blood.

Amber was no fool and could tell where these marks on his back had come from.

Her nails scratched the thin vertical marks.

Amber hurriedly looked down at her nails and saw that some blood was still under them.

So, it was clear that she was responsible for the shocking scratches on Jared's back.

No wonder he said he wasn't the only one who went overboard.

He'd left ambiguous red marks all over her body, but in the same way, she'd left an imprint of passion all over his back.

So, the two of them are just about the same.

Looking at the bruises on Jared's back, Amber was embarrassed and had nothing to say.

Jared turned his head gently, noticed her embarrassed and shy look and chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly as he pulled his robe back on, then turned around and held his hand out towards her, "Get up, aren't you hungry?"

Of course, she was hungry.

After hard-working all night and sleeping for so long during the day, she had long been hungry and had little energy left.

She couldn't get up, and besides the soreness and weakness all over her body, she was just hungry and had no energy.

Amber reached out her hand and placed it in Jared's with that in mind.

Jared took her hand and pulled her out of bed with little force.

The moment Amber's feet touched the floor, however, her legs gave out, and she fell forward.

Jared's expression tightened, and he pulled her immediately into his arms, preventing her from falling.

But Amber still groaned in pain.

Jared looked down, his face full of nervousness, "What's wrong?"

Amber gasped and replied tearfully, "It hurts."

"Where?" Jared looked even more nervous.

Amber's little face turned red, and her lips were bitten tightly instead of answering.

Her expression of shame and anger made him seem to know where she was referring to the pain.

The tips of his ears couldn't help but redden slightly as well, and he looked a little embarrassed, coughing softly against his lips, "Sorry about last night, I..."

"No talking!" Amber knew what he would say and immediately covered his mouth, shouting at him in embarrassment.

Jared nodded his head, indicating that he would not say anything.

Since he had finally gotten her last night, he was inevitably a little too excited to be tender when having sex with her.

If next time he will be the one who won't be able to walk, she'll be the one to suffer.

A woman's strength is not as muscular as a man's. If he can't walk, she won't even be able to get out of bed.

So, what he was saying was not a punishment but a benefit for himself.

Don't even think about it.

Jared knew Amber understood the implication; he chuckled in a low voice, "Just kidding, don't get mad."

"It isn't funny. Aren't you afraid that one day you're gonna get beaten up because of your jokes?" With that, Amber slapped him on the back again.

Probably because she had tapped the scratch on his back, Jared's brow knitted and hummed, his handsome face turning slightly pale.

Amber was startled at sight, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just don't tap it again," Jared said in a muffled voice.

Amber understood what was going on and grunted, "You just deserve it."

She released the hand on his back despite her words and circled his neck instead.

Jared knew that she still cared for him.

Jared placed the woman in a chair at the dining table, coming into the living room.

Amber saw the meal on the table, which was handled the same as last night, and guessed that he had cooked it again.

"Not bad." Amber wiggled her legs happily.

The mere thought of a man who could cook for himself continuously was heart-warming.

Jared put a spoon into her hand, "I made you some shrimp congee. How's that?"

"Mm." Amber smiled and nodded, then scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth.

Jared looked at her, waiting for her comment.

Amber replied pretentiously, "It is difficult to make a simple dish unpalatable, right?"