In the end, Snow White still politely declined Yu Sheng's suggestion that she find a straw or paper cup to catch it, choosing instead to go straight in and take a gulp.
"To be fair, this scene does look a little wrong," Eileen commented from the side, looking the scene over critically. "Three parts bizarre, seven parts perverted, and the remaining ninety parts look like some unspeakable evil ritual. Snow White, if you kneel on one knee and swear allegiance, and we light a few candles around you, I can take a picture and report you to the Special Operations Bureau..."
"Say two fewer words. No one will mistake you for a mute." Yu Sheng shot the blabbermouth a glance, then hesitated for two or three seconds before finally reminding Snow White, who was still sucking vigorously, "Um... a little is enough. You don't have to drink until you're full. My arm's already getting a bit cold..."
Only then did Snow White realize what she was doing. She hurriedly lowered Yu Sheng's arm, wiped the "dragon-fruit juice" from the corner of her mouth, and said awkwardly, "Sorry. You didn't tell me how much was needed, either. I was worried the ritual wouldn't work."
Yu Sheng raised his hand and blew on the wound, thinking that the girl looked so small, yet she was surprisingly strong. Then Huli reached out from beside him and began treating the tiny wound.
The fox girl looked quite happy. She had finally found an opportunity to cast a healing spell on her benefactor.
"What now?" Snow White smacked her lips, slowly getting used to the lingering taste of blood in her mouth, and asked curiously, "Is there anything else I need to do?"
"It's over. Just wait for the rest to happen—go do whatever you