Mu Sheng was almost unconscious. She only felt very cold, as if there was no temperature in the world.
Just as she was about to fall into a deep sleep, a trace of warmth suddenly flowed from the side of her mouth. It slowly brushed past her throat and her heart, bringing the warmth to her limbs and her entire body.
Mu Sheng subconsciously sucked on it, and the warmth grew. She felt the temperature in her body rise a little, and the strength that she had lost was restored a little.
She kept absorbing the warmth, but as she did so, Mu Sheng's eyebrows furrowed.
In her daze, she seemed to smell the stench of blood.
Bloody? Li Hanchen's blurry figure appeared in Mu Sheng's mind. She forced herself to open her eyes, but before she could fully recover, the strong smell of blood had already pressed down on her.
Mu Sheng's eyes widened slightly. She looked down and saw li Hanchen's bloody wrist beside her mouth.
