Night Abyss pinched Su An'an's chin.
His bright red, forked tongue brushed against her earlobe, which was as fair as white jade.
Su An'an's head was spinning, and her delicate white arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders.
His ice-white skin was exceptionally cold. The chill seeped through the thin fabric of his uniform, dispelling the heat from Su An'an's body.
She lowered her head, rubbing her soft cheek against Night Abyss's clothes.
The scent of cream suddenly intensified, coiling around him like a silk ribbon.
His serpentine pupils constricted, and the muscles of his waist and abdomen tightened instantly.
Su An'an couldn't stop shivering.
The fine scales on Night Abyss's fingers scraped against the small of her back. The sensation was strange and unpleasant.
'I'm thirsty!'
'I need to charge!'
She couldn't help but tilt her head up, actively chasing that crimson streak.
The cloying sweetness of Mandala exploded between their lips.
