Shi Yuhuan did not get angry; instead, he stretched out his arm in front of her, "Go ahead, eat, drink up, it still carries your scent."
Song Qinghuan was dumbfounded, her little face turning bright red in annoyance. As if to retaliate, she opened her mouth and bit down on his shoulder.
She bit down hard, using all her strength. She bit to the point that her teeth felt sore and she had expected Shi Yuhuan to shout out, or at the very least let out a grunt.
But he didn't. Even as the taste of blood filled her mouth, Shi Yuhuan didn't even wrinkle his brow.
When she'd had her fill, she released her bite.
Looking down, she saw two rows of bloody bite marks on his arm!
Shi Yuhuan looked at Song Qinghuan, her face still stubborn and angry, and said, "You've eaten, you've drunk, you're full!"
Then, turning over to pin her beneath him, he smirked wickedly, "Now it's my turn to eat."
