บท 1039: Responsibility

Blood Drinker was caught off guard when a sudden kiss landed on his cheek. "What are you doing?" he exclaimed in shock, hesitating to wipe away the kiss mark, feeling a tingling sensation, as if electrified.

Fu Fang, feigning anger, pointed at him and warned, "Don't you dare wipe it off, or you're dead!"

She then strutted into the private room, leaving Blood Stealer pondering, 'Is she… into me?'

As he entered the room, all eyes were on him. Feeling slightly guilty, he coughed to divert attention. "What's with the stares? Go on with your fun!"

Saber approached, deadpan, and patted him on the shoulder. "Bro, it's fine to sneak a bite, but showing off like this is a bit much!"

Blood Stealer was baffled. "What do you mean, sneaking a bite? What did I sneak?"

Thunderkill pointed at his cheek, marked with lipstick. "Parading around with a lipstick mark, mate. Honestly, we are all happy that you've finally moved past your eternal bachelorhood."