At this moment, he didn't want to do anything except turn around and embrace her fiercely into his arms, then meld her into his very marrow, but he couldn't.
Because he yearned to drink her blood.
This thought grew wildly in his heart like vines, with a devil's voice incessantly whispering in his ear, "Huai Fu Yueming, just turn around. As soon as you do, you can drink the blood you desire, and your pain will be gone."
He reached out with his large palm and grasped her soft little hand, then ruthlessly peeled away finger by finger, "Get away, don't touch me!"
He started walking away.
But he didn't get far, as Mi Yao directly moved in front of him, then stood on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his dark, icy cold thin lips.
Huai Fu Yueming's entire body suddenly stiffened like a statue, his mind almost exploding. The sweet, tender touch on his lips seeped into his marrow, captivating him.
