As the warm and scrumptious blood surges into her mouth, she digs her teeth ferociously -- unable to control herself. A groan escapes from Fu Sheng. He holds the back of her head and whispers lasciviously in her ear, "Slow down, Little one. I am not going anywhere."
Huang Qiuyan is lost, not caring about the fact that his fingers are slowly massaging her scalps. His other hand slips inside her shirt, tracing her spine on the back. She tenses her shoulder instinctively when she feels his cold but light touch, sending tickles through her veins. She slows down when she starts to feel gratified. Her mind begins to clear. She opens her eyes slightly when she hears him sigh. When she releases his neck, she sees the blood trickling down of the wound which is already healing. Not wanting to waste the precious drops of blood, she licks the trail of blood with the tip of her tongue without a second thought.
