"Mo Xie, could I ask you a favor?"
Faced with the longing in Li Yueqing's lively, captivating eyes, Mo Xie paused, then nodded with a smile.
"Sure. If there's anything I can help with, just ask."
"All right, I'll be direct... could you give me some of your blood?"
"My blood?"
Li Yueqing nodded gently and explained in a serious tone.
"Yes. To be honest, I can sense that your blood is incredibly appealing to me. More precisely, it's incredibly appealing to the Blood Clan. It makes us want to draw closer to you despite ourselves."
"If I drink your blood, I can quickly get through my weakened state and grow stronger."
Mo Xie frowned slightly at her words. After a moment's thought, he slowly asked,
"Is there... something special about my blood?"
"I don't really know what makes your blood special, but my instincts as a member of the Blood Clan tell me it tastes delicious."
Li Yueqing shook her head. Her gaze fixed on Mo Xie's fair neck, her throat moved in an almost imperceptible swallow, and her rosy tongue swept over her thin lips.
Just then, Mo Xie recalled how the two beautiful, seductive women at the North Country Club the previous night had pressed themselves against him and teased him relentlessly.
He had been disguised as a young boy then. He had not been particularly handsome, merely pleasant-looking—certainly not enough to earn such adoration from two beautiful female vampires.
If his blood held some inexplicable appeal for the Blood Clan, that would explain why those two women's eyes had been so full of longing. They had wanted to drink his blood.
Having figured it out, Mo Xie looked at Li Yueqing again and nodded.
"All right, I'll do it. How much do you want?"
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