The petite female before him leaned back in her chair, her eyes shimmering, her cheeks flushed crimson. After hearing what he said, a dazed look flickered in her eyes.
'…He agreed?'
Yu Zhizhi's head was still spinning. 'He must have drunk too much of my blood,' she thought, 'my mind feels so fuzzy.'
Her cheeks burned, making the cool touch of his fingertips against them feel even more distinct. 'Ah, this touch feels so good...'
Yu Zhizhi couldn't resist leaning into his touch.
Cang Lan had yet to break free from his bloodlust. Seeing her take the initiative, his eyes darkened. He bent down, gently swept aside the hair at her neck, and placed a soft kiss there.
"You're the one who set the terms of this deal. No backing out."
Cang Lan's voice was hoarse.
He slowly bit down.
'He had held back before, but since this was a deal, he should properly savor the delicacy before him.'
