Yun Ya’s eyes lit up, "This is a good idea." Saying that, he rolled out from under Yan Song, threw on a bedsheet, and ran off. "Where are you going?" Yan Song touched his forehead, really wanting to smack himself. Quickly, Yun Ya came running back with a fruit knife and threw it to him, "Do you do it yourself, or shall I?" Yan Song suddenly shivered, feeling a sudden chill. He looked at Yun Ya, tears blurring his eyes, pitiful and endearing. Moved at heart, he picked up the knife, ready to slash it across his own arm. Yun Ya hurriedly grabbed his arm, frowning at him, "Fool, why would you actually do it?" Yan Song lifted an eyebrow, looking at her askance, "Because I want to prove my loyalty, else what do you do if you’re not reassured?" Yun Ya pouted, "You did it on purpose, knowing full well I couldn’t bear it, so you deliberately showed me." "Really?" Yan Song said, and taking advantage of Yun Ya’s inattention, he made a cut, blood beading up and falling on the white bedcovers, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow. Yun Ya screamed and abruptly threw herself at him, "Why did you really do it?" Yan Song sucked in air through the wound, while staring intently at Yun Ya as he did so, looking like a vampire, causing a chilling sensation. Suddenly lifting his head, he accurately kissed Yun Ya’s mouth. With a mouthful of the taste of blood, Yun Ya made muffled noises, but he didn’t back down, transferring all the blood in his mouth into Yun Ya’s. Yan Song held the back of her head with one hand and touched her throat with the other, gently squeezing, and with a "gulp", Yun Ya swallowed all the blood mixed with saliva. Yan Song slowly let go, and Yun Ya wiped her mouth, hands covered in blood. She didn’t know how beautiful she was at that moment, wrapped in a bedsheet, her bosom half-exposed, her collarbone refined and elegant, her half-damp hair spread out like a dark cloud behind her, skin white as jade, eyes foggy and bewildering, and that petite cherry mouth stained with bright red blood—like an innocent vampire, exuding a kind of bewitching charm. Yan Song, too, had a mouthful of blood, his gaze heavy as mist, his fingers gently wiping the blood from the corner of her lips. "Drinking my blood, now you are mine." Yun Ya’s mouth was full of the taste of blood, feeling a bit sick, yet every pore in her body screamed with excitement. She saw the blood on his lips, her eyes sparkling with a hungry wolf’s intensity, and suddenly she pounced, clinging to him like a koala, and with her tongue, she licked the blood from his lips clean. Her little tongue moved like a swimming fish, sending ripples of tingling pleasure wherever it went, like a greedy child, never satisfied and always wanting more. Yan Song’s breathing skipped a beat, he embraced her by the waist, pulling her away, frowning at the blood on her mouth, but then saw Yun Ya nimbly licking clean the blood around her lips... This scene deeply stimulated Yan Song’s eyes, feeling as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head. His hands clenched tightly into fists, struggling to control the urges within. Yun Ya saw a drop of blood splatter on her chest; her skin was so pale that the drop seemed especially crimson, like a cinnabar mole engraved on her chest. She raised her hand and gently wiped it away, then put her fingertip into her mouth, starting to suck delicately. Those seductive eyes, that enchanting figure, those mysteriously cool and tender features, stirred Yan Song’s nerves profoundly. Yun Ya sighed lightly, her gaze falling on his still bleeding arm, which had stained the bedsheet red. "Fool, do you want to die?" As she spoke, she went to look for the medical kit, but Yan Song abruptly pulled her into his arms, "It’s worth dying for you." Yun Ya shook her head, "I won’t let you die, so you’re not allowed to." Follow current novels on novel·fiɾe·net She raised her hand to his heart, "I heard your heart." "But that’s still not enough," she said with a smile, lifting her eyes to look at him. "I am a woman with a very strong jealousy, I can’t let other women touch you, nor can you talk to them; you must remain chaste for me." Saying that, she suddenly caught hold of the twitching little brother, lifting her eyes seductively. "I want to write my name on this." "The exclusive property of Ji Yunya...." Yan Song sharply inhaled, a dark storm of emotions brewing in his eyes, dangerously staring at her face.