"Hmph!"
An Ning snorted coldly and turned her head away.
It was clear she was still angry at the moment.
Because of him last night, she felt miserable all night long. How could a single bite release her anger?
However, An Ning had to admit, when she saw him first thing in the morning, there was an indescribable joy in her heart.
"Not enough anger released, want another bite?" Sikong Wuyou asked.
"I don't want to bite you, my mouth would be full of blood, disgusting!" An Ning pouted deliberately.
Yet upon hearing these words, Sikong Wuyou's body suddenly tensed up.
"You filthy bastard, even the blood running through your veins is foul, the maggots in a dung pit are cleaner than you, why don't you just die..."
Those filthy and unbearable memories flooded his mind once again, almost making him lose control.
He flipped over abruptly, pinning An Ning on the bed, his gaze extremely serious yet fearful, "An Ning, my blood is not foul."
