Yue Tingfeng let out a pained groan. The shadows in the car flickered.
The next moments had Yan Qingsi kicking the car door open and running barefooted at top speed with Yue Tingfeng's custom-made shirt clutched tightly in her hands.
A bewildered Yue Tingfeng felt about his neck. His face was almost distorted by his anger as he shouted, "Yan Qingsi, you b*tch! You better get back here!"
Yan Qingsi was already standing across the road beneath the streetlight, her head held high. She had on a defiant look as she licked the blood at the side of her mouth like a vampire right after a meal. There was a delighted smile on her face.
A man was truly at his weakest when consumed by lust. How else would she have pulled off something like this?
She not only got a bite of his neck, she even landed a kick on his package.
