The room was momentarily silent, with only the faint sounds of sucking and swallowing occasionally breaking the quiet.
The Princess was like a flower past its bloom, her gaze dim and listless. Her snow-white, plump cheeks were gradually sinking, losing their luster, devoid of radiance, leaving only frailty.
The fiery red hair, like a blaze, gradually calmed, turning into long, slender dark green strands.
Driven by a strong desire to survive, the Princess began to feed on Baili An's blood.
One in madness, the other on the brink of death.
In their insanity, neither noticed the terrifying and crazed act they were engaged in.
The cold blood slipping down the throat distinctly lacked the warmth of body heat, yet as it entered the stomach, a strange sensation rolled in the chest, as if a devouring force ignited and boiled the body, yet at the core, it was intensely cold.
The relentless boiling heat alternating with cold brought her an exceedingly absurd sense of pain.
