Lu Xiaoyou withdrew the knife pressed against the man's chest, the blood-stained tip brushing across her lower lip as she used Long Xiliang's blood to adorn her lips with a bright red.
She pressed her lips together, the crimson of the blood painting her lips, eerie and enchanting, seducing the man whose gaze was now slightly dazed.
As he leaned over, lowering his head to get closer to her, Lu Xiaoyou's knife blade once again pressed against his chest.
"Hey~"
She asked him to keep his distance.
Yet the knife resting back on the man's chest did not hinder his movements.
He leaned his body downward willingly, the blade slicing his skin, inch by inch, burrowing into his chest.
Like the legendary Thornbird, he thrust his body onto the longest and sharpest thorn, willing to bleed, willing to die, just to savor the fragrance from the woman's lips!
