Much better?
"Really?" Mi Yao was somewhat skeptical. The toxin in his body usually flared up severely, and he had to drink her blood to alleviate it. Why did he recover on his own today without needing her blood?
"Of course, it's true. When have I ever lied to you?" Huai Fu Yueming reached out and touched his abdomen, "I'm a bit hungry. I saw some dry food outside the door just now. Go see what there is to eat."
"Okay, wait for me here. Don't move," Mi Yao said, stepping out.
No sooner had Mi Yao left than Huai Fu Yueming's tall frame suddenly slid down, kneeling on one knee on the ground. He frowned and groaned, the bloodthirsty rage inside threatening to drive him mad.
He couldn't allow himself to lose control; he was afraid of hurting Mi Yao.
He pulled out the sharp knife he always carried and drove it into his already bloodstained abdomen.
