His kiss was fierce, forcefully invading her mouth as if trying to compel her to swallow back all her harsh words.
The umbrella fell to the ground, rain directly hitting them both, their hair wet with droplets, much like human tears.
Wen Jiaren's body was rigid, her rain-moistened eyelashes trembling. It took her a while to push him away, her voice filled with disgust, "Mu Qian, don't touch me again, it's disgusting."
Far from heeding her, Mu Qian held her even tighter, attempting to kiss her again.
Just then, a severe pain emanated from Wen Jiaren's chest, clearly, she had harbored a forbidden thought, and the Blood Oath began to torment her. A sweet taste in her throat, the taste of blood surged upwards, and she nearly used all her strength to push him away before turning around to vomit.
At that moment, Mu Qian's face turned deathly pale, even his bright red lips lost their color.
He realized she really vomited, so her words of disgust and nausea were all true.
