Yuhi wanted to ask her that question, but then he saw the look in her eyes. This is so unfair; whenever she makes that type of face, he can't say anything. He felt uncomfortable, so he shifted his gaze and concentrated on the wound on both legs.
But he immediately noticed something else—a bright red color in both her hands. Yuhi felt a throbbing sensation in his chest. Her blood smells so good. Why is it like this? Is there a connection after all? Yuhi heard old tales about it before, but this was the first time seeing it in person.
The blood of your most beloved is the most delicious. Yuhi, however, quickly composed himself.
"Blood."
"Eh?"
"Your hands."
Sumire panicked as she looked at her hands. "Wow, your right?! Eh? Eh? Eh? What? What?"
