The moment Che Quan finished speaking, he saw a subtle change in the air before him.
In the blink of an eye, the warm light went out.
Darkness engulfed their surroundings, but it did nothing to hinder Che Quan's vision.
He raised his eyes languidly toward Jiang Cong, who had finally revealed himself. The latter stood beside the bathtub, utterly calm and composed even after being caught peeking.
Che Quan arched a brow at the sight. Before he could speak, the other man asked, "Here, or in bed?"
Che Quan froze for a second before realizing Jiang Cong was asking where he wanted to feed.
That question... Che Quan thought it over, looking Jiang Cong up and down.
The young man's long, silvery hair, his flawless, elegant appearance, and his deep, pale eyes were truly captivating.
But none of those compared to the taste of Jiang Cong's blood.
Che Quan unconsciously licked his lips. A mischievous urge to tease him suddenly arose, and he did his utmost to sound nonchalant as he said, "Right here."
He wanted to see how Jiang Cong would offer him blood while he was bathing. Would he have to stay bent over the whole time?
The thought of the ever-elegant Jiang Cong having to bend his usually straight back and bare the side of his neck for Che Quan to bite, like an attendant welcoming a guest, inexplicably gave Che Quan the pleasure of... indulging a little wicked whim.
There was also the satisfaction of successfully stripping the other man of his usual composure.
But before that feeling had lasted even half a second, Che Quan remembered something very important.
He still remembered that damned skin hunger syndrome buff from when he had first been awakened and thrown into this stupid instance.
He had not