"Hun, enough, I don't want to drink your blood anymore..." Chu Mengyao, after swallowing some of Liu Hun's blood, had scarlet blood at the corners of her mouth.
The blood she just drank amounted to almost a large bowl. Chu Mengyao knew that if this continued, Liu Hun would soon collapse.
This was not the outcome she wanted to see, so no matter what, she would not drink Liu Hun's blood again.
"Drink a little more; it might have some effect." Liu Hun's pale cheeks showed no trace of blood, and his cracked lips slightly curved as he continued to speak to Chu Mengyao.
"No, even if it means death, I won't drink anymore!" Even though Liu Hun's blood might be useful, Chu Mengyao couldn't bear to see Liu Hun in such a state.
Seeing that Chu Mengyao refused to swallow more of his blood, Liu Hun was also helpless.
After simply bandaging the wound, Liu Hun, without any hesitation, got up and intended to head outside.
