Huazhu seemed to have an epiphany, pondered for a few seconds, then nodded in thanks.
Wu Xuebi gave an indifferent laugh, flashed lightly, and her graceful figure drifted to land in front of Ye Hanjun.
She drew incredibly close, and Ye Hanjun could smell her scent.
It was not sweet enough, nor was it pungent enough.
It was like a savage beast itching to break free, its mountainous blood qi sealed within a human-sized body, every movement contained a sense of condescending scrutiny.
"So tender."
"The blood of your clan is quite tempting..."
A strange moan escaped from Wu Xuebi's throat.
Through the hazy mist, Ye Hanjun could barely make out her eyes, which were filled with intense desire.
"What a pity."
"Given your current state, you'd probably die if I bit you, right?"
After twisting and turning for a while, Wu Xuebi said with a tone of regret, slowly creating a few meters distance from Ye Hanjun.
