"Is that enough?" Sam warmly looked at the girl settled on his lap. She had her arms and legs wrapped around his neck and waist, and her chest pressed against his firmly.
It was already past dinner time, and the sky was dark.
Sam could hear the sounds and chirping of nocturnal creatures outside.
Half an hour earlier, Amelia had come to Sam's room. She was hungry, and although she could get blood easily now that she was in the cultivator realm, she only wanted to drink Sam's blood.
"Umu," Amelia nodded her head, indicating that she had her fill.
However, she didn't get up from his lap and turned her face away from him with cheeks as red as a tomato.
Normally, after drinking his blood, she would just run away from his room, unable to contain her embarrassment.
Sam, seeing this, was confused. "Is something wrong?"
Amelia slowly turned her face to meet his.
