Baili An had never witnessed such a pure and elegant way of delivering parting words.
For a moment, he was both amused and helpless.
His palm pressed on the wound on her back, infusing Spiritual Power to ease her pain.
"Sister Wen might not know, as corpse demons, we are cold creatures that love warm things. Fresh blood is always preferable."
"You're so picky..." Wen Hanwei slightly furrowed her brow, but she wasn't annoyed by it.
She bit into her fingertip, drawing blood, her tone hinting at urgency.
"Then hurry up and finish eating, you shouldn't linger here."
Baili An wasn't hungry at the moment, but he looked at Wen Hanwei's slender, pale fingertip as the red Blood Pearl rolled down, tempting him greatly.
Not wanting to waste it, he lowered his head and impolitely took her finger into his mouth.
With gentle suction, he savored the sweet blood on his tongue, swallowing it down.
His tongue lightly and teasingly brushed against her soft fingertip.
