"Drink my blood, and you can recover some strength."
When Yang Cheng said this, Cheng Ruonan couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Her expression was complex, filled with an indescribable emotion, but as she tasted the metallic sweetness spreading from her tongue, she instinctively began to suck.
The Pure Yang Dragon Physique of the man truly lived up to its reputation; just after a few sips of his blood, she felt her body filled with strength, the discomfort in her chest disappearing, though a faint sharp pain still lingered at her Dantian.
Seeing her complexion regain some color, Yang Cheng withdrew his finger from her mouth, pulled down her lace lingerie, and slowly kneaded her tender buds.
"Mmm ah~~ Stop kneading, just get on with it."
Cheng Ruonan was gasping, unable to withstand the stimulation from Yang Cheng's fingers.
"Don't you know how tight you are? If I rush in now, you'll get hurt."
