"Lady Mora?" Sun Jiayi did not dodge, merely testing the waters with a question.
The breathing behind her grew heavier, as though Mora were intoxicated by the scent of perfume at her neck. She even extended her tongue to lick at it.
Yet that tongue, soft as it should have been, was sharp as a blade at this moment. With a single stroke, it broke the skin and drew blood.
Fortunately, Mora deftly avoided the major artery in her neck. Even so, Sun Jiayi soon caught the distinctive scent of two similar yet different bloody smells mingling together.
That only made her more certain of the identity of the person behind her. She asked softly, "Lady Mora, are you all right?"
"What a delightfully spiteful question." Mora spoke in a lover's murmur, softening even the rather strange content of her words.
During this, Sun Jiayi could distinctly feel the blood loss from the wound on her neck accelerating.
Mora was sucking her blood, like a vampire hidden in the dark.
She had been hurt by Mora once again.
This time, the pressure from behind did not seem as intense. Yet Sun Jiayi still did not resist. She simply stood there quietly, meek and compliant, exactly as she had been when her chest had nearly been torn open and her heart ripped out last time.
"I really wonder what sort of person raised such high-quality food as you. I almost admire them."
After sucking her blood, Mora's breathing clearly became softer and lighter. The turbulent state from earlier, when the frequency of her internal and external exchanges had unconsciously increased, gradually calmed.
Then Mora pulled slightly away from her and gave her a gentle push from behind, sending Sun Jiayi into the room.
The sprawling apartment was minimalist and open, with