neck.
“May I ask, sir, what exactly you’re doing?”
She felt something damp and warm brush her neck—no, surround it. She felt teeth; she realized she was being sweetly, gently bitten.
“Do you know what it means now?” Jinshi asked.
“Well, human saliva can be toxic.” Just as a bite from a wild animal had to be carefully disinfected lest it fester, the same precautions had to be taken with a bite from a person.
Jinshi said absolutely nothing.
“I’d like to get back to my work, sir.”
“I know it takes more than a little toxin to bother you.”
He bit harder. It started to hurt a little, and she smacked him on the back. He only bit down harder still, and before she could stop herself Maomao pounded him soundly on the shoulders. Finally she felt his lips move away from her neck. A string of saliva stretched between them for a good shaku before it finally snapped.
“What