บท 132: Good Job

Without waiting for the blind man's response, Song Zhuyu continued with a click of his tongue, each word laced with a teasing edge, "You must be. After all, you said that you've been suppressing your urges all this time. Come to think of it, is that why you bit me not only once but twice? Because you couldn't hold yourself back anymore? Do I taste good? Hmm?"

"Mnn… ngh!!" Rui Ye's nails sank into the flesh of Song Zhuyu's arm, yet the crimson-haired man did not even flinch as if he could not feel the pain at all.