A faint taste of blood seeped out, and her tongue tasted the salty flavor.
Her bite added a sense of bloody violence to the storm-like intimacy, awakening the savage genes deep within the man's blood and bones.
The blue flame was alcohol, not a drug in itself, with components only sufficient for flirting but not enough to make one lose reason.
Mo Shiqian's mind was actually very clear; he knew what he was doing, and even the last time... he wasn't completely without reason.
But he felt that the clearer he was... the more he wanted her.
"Chi Huan," he called her name in a husky voice, catching one of her hands, "I was lying down in bed just fine, even if I lost sleep for the whole night, it would have just passed like that,"
His breath was hot, spraying in her ear, filling the quiet night with the man's sexy and husky voice, "It was you who barged in at this time, wasn't it?"
"I..." She opened her mouth, struggling to find her voice, "I thought... I thought you had a fever."
