The man's face was merely twenty centimeters from hers, and she could even feel his breath softly blowing on her face.
Fiona Schmidt didn't expect Norton Abyss to make such a move, and stared at him blankly, her cheeks gradually starting to heat up.
"No, no problem..." She shook her head repeatedly, a trace of panic on her face, afraid he would notice, she had to control herself, while her other hand tightly grasped the quilt, "I just... want to know, do you need blood tonight? If you do, then now..."
At this point, Fiona's face turned even redder, feeling that her words were inappropriate, as if she was pleading for him to suck her blood.
Norton Abyss raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting her to be so proactive, his eyes flickered slightly, and he stared at her without speaking.
