Jiang Cong actually took the initiative to expose the vulnerable side of his neck to Che Quan.
Then his lips pressed against the skin on the side of Che Quan's neck as well.
Breathing in the faint, fresh fragrance coming from Che Quan, Jiang Cong's eyes suddenly darkened where Che Quan could not see.
His fangs gradually emerged, adding a touch of brooding, restless beauty to his refined, gentle face.
Jiang Cong's fangs lightly grazed the vulnerable side of Che Quan's neck, making him tremble involuntarily.
"Hey..." Pinned beneath him on the bed, Che Quan frowned.
He understood what Jiang Cong meant now.
They would drink each other's blood to fill their stomachs, huh?
Che Quan thought for a moment. "No."
He pushed Jiang Cong away a little, restoring some distance between them, then looked up at him, his fangs exposed and his pale eyes deepening.
Jiang Cong's silver hair spilled down like moonlight beside his cheeks, bringing a tingling tickle that made Che Quan reach up to brush it aside.
As he brushed it away, Che Quan felt how silky that silver hair was, and something stirred within him.
"Why not?"
Bracing his hands on either side of Che Quan, Jiang Cong let his smile fade and asked softly, his tone betraying neither pleasure nor anger.
Beneath his calm exterior, Jiang Cong could not stop himself from thinking: I'm not a pureblood vampire. Could Che Quan... find me repulsive?
But he was overthinking it.
Because in the next second, Che Quan answered him casually, "It tickles. I can't concentrate."
So that was all it was.
A smile finally returned to Jiang Cong's beautifully shaped lips. His voice was low and elegant. "It won't tickle this time."
Che Quan was surprised.
"What... mmph."
Che Quan had not expected Jiang Cong