deliberate marking

The dot fades, the fierce mark turns into a gentle touch.

They are like a pair of mandarin ducks, entangled in the water recklessly.

Some gentle, but also very deadly.

Ye Fei let go of him slowly, his face was still buried in his neck, he was hesitating whether to change his face back, but Gu Ang held down the hand holding the mask.

Gu Ang came back to his senses while panting intermittently, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

The brandy wafting in the air smelled very similar to Ye Fei's, but there seemed to be a slight difference.

It is a cheap and ordinary wine taste, without the heavy feeling of ancient brandy.

He propped up his upper body, reached out and lifted Ye Fei's chin, and froze for a moment.

Those eyes are obviously Ye Fei's, and the smell of pheromone is also highly similar, but the lower half of the face is familiar and unfamiliar, it looks like... his own face.

The person who marked him was not Ye Fei.

Gu Ang pushed him away abruptly, his face turned cold, "Who are you?"