Releasing the man's lower lip, Bi Xia looked at the clear and obvious bite mark with traces of blood. It was clear how hard Bi Xia had bitten, but the man remained calm, his phoenix eyes filled with a doting smile. His voice was deep and reserved, sounding both aggrieved and playful, but most of all, gentle. "It hurts."
Staring deeply at him, Bi Xia gave a cold laugh, "Let it hurt you to death, then!"
"Your spiritual power is almost exhausted, your face is injured, and even your spiritual body can't mask the bloody smell coming from you, Qin Zhan!" Bi Xia's voice was cold, "Did you forget that our earrings can sense each other's physical condition? Do you think I'm stupid?"
Qin Zhan chuckled softly, "The ancient saying is very true."
"What?"
