But before the attack could happen, a strange fragrance wafted to his nose.
Chu Yan held the unconscious Qin Zhao and let out a light sigh, "Really disobedient."
After laying Qin Zhao on the sofa, Chu Yan continued to treat her wounds. The process was agonizing, and he suddenly understood why he had lost control that day.
His gaze fell on Qin Zhao's red lips,
and he felt an inexplicable urge to taste them thoroughly.
Chu Yan had never been one to deny himself, so he did just that.
Previously, he had only tasted her lightly, but this time he kept stealing her breath, his cold Phoenix Eyes clouding with a layer of dark desire, making it hard for him to let go of her flavor.
"Um..."
Within her unconscious state, Qin Zhao let out a soft moan.
She felt like she was suffocating, a bit uncomfortable.
Only then did Chu Yan spare her, looking at her lips, now as red as blood, and felt satisfied.
Knock knock knock, there was a knocking at the door.