The kiss left Jiang Xinli's mind a complete blank.
After a long moment, Xuan Ying released her, burying his head in the crook of her neck and panting heavily. "Do you have any idea how much I've missed you these past two days?"
His voice grew hoarse. "I was so worried about you, terrified something had happened. But every time I closed my eyes, I couldn't stop seeing it... images of you and that man, going wild."
As he spoke, he abruptly buried his face in her neck again, bared his fangs, and sank them into her left collarbone.
"Ow—" A pained shiver ran through Jiang Xinli.
He extended his forked tongue, gently, tenderly licking the bleeding puncture wounds.
He then grabbed her hand and pressed it to his chest, over his heart. A crimson tide surged in his eyes. "Little Bumble, *this*... is what truly hurts."
"Xuan Ying, are you insane—" Her words were cut off, completely devoured by another of his passionate kisses.
