What the eyes crave is not necessarily money.

What you carry on your shoulders is not necessarily responsibility.

The person who stabs you in the back isn't necessarily stabbed in the back.

Kneeling on both knees does not necessarily mean begging for mercy.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

The storm lasted for more than three hours.

The Blood Woman knelt there like a puppy, gritting her teeth and persevering. At this moment, her lips were no longer bright red, but rather somewhat pale.

The rain stopped, and the Blood Woman stood up weakly, staggered to the table, picked up the bottle of blood, and drank it.

She felt that she was severely weakened and urgently needed a large amount of blood to replenish her strength.

Jiang Wu immediately pulled her into his arms and snatched the bottle, placing it on the table.

He then pulled her back to bed.

The Blood Woman pleaded, "Let me drink more blood, but not now."

Jiang Wu extended his hand to the Blood Woman and smiled, "Suck my blood. You yourself said my blood is more effective."

The Blood Woman stared blankly at Jiang Wu, reached out a hand to touch Jiang Wu's cheek, and said softly, "Brother Wu, I don't want to hurt you."

Jiang Wu frowned and said calmly, "Now that things have developed this way, you are my woman, so you have to listen to me. If you don't listen to me, then don't be my woman."

The Blood Woman was stunned for several seconds before she grabbed Jiang Wu's hand.

Choosing the most inconspicuous spot, the Blood Woman stretched out her finger and gently drew blood.

The Blood Woman looked up at Jiang Wu with a dazed expression.

Jiang Wu nodded approvingly, and the Blood Woman, without further hesitation, brought her already pale lips closer.