As he finished speaking, he ripped Su Ye's outer tunic and undergarments to shreds, tossing the pieces to the floor.
Then, he bit down on the spot over her heart, right through her bodice.
Su Ye.
"Y-You, be gentle!"
'It's not like I said no!'
Su Qing's voice was low and hoarse as he peppered kisses up her skin.
"I am fond of my benefactor."
The moment he spoke, he sealed Su Ye's lips with his own. Intimacy coiled through the air. The bed curtains swayed, and beneath the bed, his crimson-gold tail swished back and forth.
Dozens of meters from the door, a dust-covered Guan Jing picked himself up off the ground.
Xi Lei walked over and helped him up.
His expression was grim, making the scar on his face look even more menacing.
Guan Jing planted his hands on his hips, catching his breath.
"How in the world did you get back so fast? Did you drink the Holy Water already?"
Xi Lei replied,
"I just finished the Holy Water. I didn't get a chance to drink her blood."
