Feng Rong's tone was inexplicable.
"Is my life only worth a few dozen dollars in your eyes?"
After speaking, Su Yan hadn't replied yet.
He lowered his head, crunch, bit down on Su Yan's throat.
"Ugh!"
Su Yan let out a sound.
It hurt a lot.
He didn't hold back his strength at all.
He really did bite her hard.
Su Yan's body instinctively lifted.
Outside was dark, the room's lights were bright, shining on the two people on the bed.
Such a posture, complemented by Feng Rong's appearance.
He bit her throat, Su Yan's hair scattered all around.
Almost like a story's blood-sucking, enthralling vampire.
Su Yan was the blood-drinking prey.
Feng Rong watched her small face scrunch up in pain.
He, on the contrary, smiled.
Close to Su Yan's ear, his breath was scorching.
"Tell me, little stepmother, what am I?"
Su Yan was in pain from the bite.
Her hand slowly reached to her neck.
Rubbing it gently.
The sharp pain just now stimulated her tear glands.
