Perhaps it was because Fu Yisi also tasted blood, the kiss gradually slowed down. Fu Yisi gently licked Ji Sang's lips with his tongue as if wanting to erase the bloody taste from her mouth.
He didn't want to smell any of this on Ji Sang at all.
After experiencing such a fervent and intense kiss just now, this kind of tenderness and licking made Ji Sang's body go soft and tingly, and her hands slowly entwined into Fu Yisi's hair as they were wrapped around his neck.
Ji Sang was emotionally moved, her breaths short and panting, soft as a mess, utterly boneless, clinging to Fu Yisi's body. Fu Yisi supported her back with one hand and her buttocks with the other, picking her up and walking straight to the bathroom.
Ji Sang was leaving tomorrow, and Fu Yisi didn't want to waste a second of time.
He turned on the bathtub's faucet, and before the water was filled, he pressed Ji Sang against the wall and kissed her.
