After announcing our death sentence, Ai poured some of her blood right into my mouth and placed her slit wrist against it. I bit into her flesh, making sure to release the aphrodisiac so as not to hurt her. Her blood was everything I needed right now. So cold and sweet, almost like drinkable ice cream. Don't judge me. A guy can have preferences, okay?
The blood rejuvenated my body with newfound energy, and I got up, not trying to drink too much. I have to primarily drink from the blood bags right now, so drinking from Ai is not the best idea. I let go of her hand, for which she looked a little dissatisfied, and got on my feet. Though I was still sore from the run before, I had enough strength to get myself sparring a little, even when I knew this won't be nothing less than a beat than anything.
"Any reason we have to come at you the same time?" I asked her, and she smirked.
