Sallya's expression froze, she stared down at Motan in a daze. After a long while, she finally asked in a low voice, "When... when did you discover it?"
"Probably the night I met you." Motan absentmindedly blew a lock of hair from his forehead, then nonchalantly withdrew from between Sallya's legs, and gently wiped away the trace of moisture at the corner of her eye. "It was too obvious, I even occasionally wondered if you had no intention of hiding it from me at all."
The beautiful blood seeker gently shook her head, revealing a mournful smile, "Of course I was hiding, if possible, I wanted to take this secret to the grave..."
"Really?" Motan replied, a smile flashing across his face. He picked up an apple from the basket on the table, took out a small knife from his bag and began to peel it, shrugging at Sallya, "Then you didn't do a very good job."
