Xie Jiuhan's body trembled uncontrollably. Unlike before, as long as he could feel the warm blood coating him, he would gradually calm down. However, no matter how much blood he dyed his body today, it was useless.
Feng Qing kissed the man's lips again, her fragrant tongue prying open the man's teeth and allowing her warm breath to enter his mouth. It was soft and fragrant, and his expression froze before it instantly melted.
The man hugged Feng Qing tightly and kissed her as warmly as he could, as if he wanted to melt her into his body. Feng Qing could clearly feel that the man was no longer trembling and that his body temperature was gradually rising.
It was only when the man's chest was hot that the two of them gradually separated. Xie Jiuhan looked at Feng Qing and licked his lips. The only thing in the world that could calm down his relapse was the kiss of this woman in front of him.
