No matter what, Warfarin was still a Bloodfiend. Her understanding and control of blood were innate, and she had never abandoned that inborn talent.
The blood loss caused by that momentary stimulus was quickly repaired.
"This way of feeding really does feel somewhat nostalgic."
Taking a deep breath, Warfarin opened her crimson vertical pupils, which seemed to emit a faint glow. Her sharp fangs were fully exposed.
"Now that it's come to this, I'm having a little trouble controlling myself."
"Young lady, as they say in Great Yan, you'll definitely become a true femme fatale someday..."
Warfarin moved closer to Fengling.
"Excuse me."
At that moment, Warfarin displayed the elegant bearing common among Bloodfiends. For some Bloodfiends, such elegance was merely affectation, unable to conceal their greed and wickedness. Yet on Warfarin, it suited her perfectly. That was also related to her usual conduct. As a doctor, she had long become fundamentally different from most traditional Bloodfiends.
Warfarin bent down, and her terrifyingly sharp fangs swiftly sank into Fengling's neck.
No matter how resilient Fengling's body was, it could not withstand such sharpness, especially since she had not been on guard.
Her body instinctively tensed for a moment.
"Mmh..." Fengling let out a soft cry, but she did not actually feel any discomfort.
Warfarin could not respond at the moment.
I need to be quick...
To Warfarin, an exquisitely delicious liquid surged from Fengling's neck.
She gently sucked.
Fengling felt her blood begin to be drawn out. A numb, tingling sensation spread from the bite on her neck and swiftly flowed through her entire body.
Fengling did not dislike the feeling. If anything... it even brought a kind of instinctive pleasure.
The process did not last long.
Just as Warfarin had said, this was only normal feeding. She would never