Tong Sanlang leaned in, gently pressing his lips against the wound. His soft tongue began by licking the area around the wound, then tenderly started suckling.
A taste of blood entered his mouth, metallic and sweet yet not quite pleasant.
He spat the blood out to the side, then leaned in again for another taste.
Qiao Xiaomai looked at his handsome face up close. Deep teeth marks etched into her lips, though she felt no pain anymore, her thoughts were consumed by the man in front of her.
She had encountered such a passionate yet sincere young man, was it the heavens' way of consoling her after the hardship she'd experienced in her romantic past?
While she was lost in her thoughts, Tong Sanlang had already drawn multiple mouthfuls of blood. He spat the blood out once again and began softly licking the wound, spreading as much saliva as possible over it.
After a while, he started to feel chesty and his breath was obstructed.