What a load of crap!
Even with Yan Xiaye's exceptional tolerance, she couldn't help but curse inwardly at Li Beicheng's ridiculous logic.
Her response was to bite him even harder, her tongue tasting the sweet, metallic blood, ready to go carnivorous and taste human flesh.
Li Beicheng groaned in pain and, unable to endure it anymore, he grabbed her hair and forced her to raise her head, kissing her blood-streaked lips ferociously as if he wanted to devour her whole.
The strong metallic taste of blood transferred between their lips and tongues, causing Li Beicheng's eyes to unconsciously redden with an intense desire to go further, but then...
"You...!"
Pushing Yan Xiaye away and stepping back, Li Beicheng lifted his hand with a dark look, his thumb rubbing off the fresh blood at the corner of his lips, slightly furrowing his brows when it touched the wound, "You really are a bitch!"
Yan Xiaye gave him a cold glare, the blood on her lips spreading in a fearfully beautiful way.
