"Next!"
Ming Shuiyun came out of the bathroom, towel-drying her wet hair before walking over to the balcony sink to brush her teeth.
The balcony of the student dormitory faced a row of towering trees. The night breeze was cool, and birds and insects chirped, but it wasn't eerie at all. One streetlamp after another lit up the path below.
While brushing her teeth, Ming Shuiyun glanced at the mirror hanging on the wall and suddenly froze.
She reached out and touched the collarbone beside her neck. Her skin, freshly washed, was smooth and soft, with just a hint of fleshiness. Have I gotten fat? The thought surfaced instinctively.
But compared to that, what concerned Ming Shuiyun more was that her previous wound had disappeared.
The mark Qin Leyin had left on her, the one proving that she was Qin Leyin's sword sheath's master, had healed.
Now that she thought about it, half a month had already passed. Ming Shuiyun had seen Qin Leyin fewer times than she had not seen him—although she wasn't particularly willing to be Qin Leyin's sword sheath's master, the fact that Qin Leyin had only bitten her once and never touched her again still made her feel quite uncomfortable.
It felt as if she had been unsealed, only for the other party to lose interest.
Or as if they had just signed a contract, only for the other party to turn around and refuse to honor it, sending his younger sister over as a substitute.
Put simply, Ming Shuiyun felt uncomfortable after going half a month without being bitten. In short, she was bite-deprived.
At first, Ming Shuiyun had thought that after contracting a powerful sword sheath in a crisis, the two of them would support each other and overcome their difficulties together. Who could