Mere words couldn't describe the frustration that lodged in Ashton's chest. Despite knowing the other party was doing it on purpose—laying the delicacy trap, he still couldn't avoid it.
It always reached some point where his body would succumb to the temptation, and his stomach would growl unrelentingly, as if begging him to do something. And before he knew it, he'd given the answer the devil wanted, exchanging half a liter of blood for food.
Now, if he could avoid it... even for just a week while still having access to the heavenly meals...
His throat bobbed at the mere thought, his heart racing.
[Do we have a deal?]
He didn't respond immediately until a good while had passed. "I will think about it."
[You should! And... it's a limited offer, hehe~]
Ashton rubbed his palms tentatively. Even though he said that, he had already made up his mind.
At this moment, more participants had stepped down.
Arthur was among them, Elora too, Tyler, and surprisingly, Orson.
