"Mm." Che Quan was still unconsciously comparing the childhood Jiang Cong with the man he was now. He murmured, "You've changed quite a lot since you were little."
So much that he actually dared to defy his superior now.
The little Jiang Cong in his dream had looked so awestruck that he had barely dared to meet his eyes.
And now...
Che Quan drifted off for a moment.
As a result, he missed the slight dimming of Jiang Cong's gaze. But the change passed in an instant, and then Jiang Cong suddenly climbed onto the bed.
When Che Quan noticed Jiang Cong moving closer, he raised an eyebrow. "Hey, what are you doing?"
Jiang Cong said nothing, merely moving a little closer to Che Quan.
He braced his hands on either side of Che Quan's body.
Now they were mere inches apart.
Jiang Cong lowered his deep eyes to look at Che Quan.
After a moment's surprise, Che Quan curled his lips casually and asked outright, "Are you saying you like me because I helped you before?"
Jiang Cong gazed down at Che Quan and lightly pressed his lips together. Whatever had come to mind, his voice was low and unfathomable. "Not entirely."
Che Quan nodded thoughtfully.
Then he got down to business-
Che Quan raised his long arm, hooked it around the back of Jiang Cong's neck, and pulled him down, bringing his fangs against the side of the young man's neck.
Che Quan wasn't sure whether he imagined it, but when the tips of his fangs tasted Jiang Cong's blood, Jiang Cong seemed to give a soft chuckle.
By then, Che Quan had no attention to spare.
He had been "hungry" for as long as he had slumbered.
He vaguely remembered that someone else's blood had once tasted