late at night.

Shi Jin squatted down by the bed and held Shehe's hand. "It's really okay. Didn't you manage to control yourself and not bite?"

"Just a little bit short."

Shekh's usually lazy posture became upright, and he lowered his head to stare at the hand that was placed on the back of his own hand.

"I don't know why, but it was too dangerous for you just now."

She never expected that she would suddenly feel an urge to bite into something under those circumstances.

The desire to devour it was too strong. In her most euphoric moment, all she could think about was keeping Shi Jinzhe inside her body forever.

This feeling was something I had never experienced in human form before; this was the first time.

The blue veins pulsating beneath his skin were increasingly alluring, and when her cheek pressed against his neck, she couldn't help but want to bring her lips and teeth closer.

Even though she wasn't hungry and her stomach wasn't sending any overeating signals, her brain suddenly sent a strong signal to fill the void, urging her to do it. It was as if only in this way could her spirit be satisfied, and only then could she grasp onto something elusive and make it real.

"Maybe it has something to do with me turning into a snake."

Shekh spoke listlessly, not even glancing at Shi Jinzhe's expression: "At that moment, I felt an urge to completely accept you, and I don't know why I thought of food."

She was just a hair's breadth away from piercing Shi Jinzhe's neck with her cursed fangs.

If she really bites, she will definitely be unable to control herself and inject a large amount of venom. What the result will be is unknown.

Thinking about this, Shekh felt a little depressed.

"Lower your head a little more, or I'll think you're going to cry for me."

"Not yet."

Shi Jinzhe lifted her chin slightly, making Sheh look at her, "You controlled this behavior yourself, that's good, don't overthink it."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I'm scared, but I trust you." Shi Jinzhe softened his voice, intentionally trying to shift Sheh's focus: "If you're worried about me, you should worry more about the marks you left on my body."

He pulled open his shirt, revealing scale-like marks on his waist and abdomen that extended beneath the fabric of his trousers, making them appear at first glance like a tail.

"This is much more serious than the things you're blaming yourself for that haven't even happened yet. Instead of worrying about that, why don't you look at this?"

"It looks quite painful."

Shekh was still not in a good mood.

"It doesn't hurt, I just noticed it."

“You used to say it didn’t hurt when I sucked your blood.”

That's because I was mentally prepared.

"You didn't even notice when I was about to bite you."

Shi Jinzhe discovered that even snakes can get stuck on trivial matters; Shekh was really determined to get to the bottom of this.

"You feel so bad about it?"

"Um."

"I'm fine. Life is full of surprises. If you avoid one, you'll have one less hurdle to overcome. On the bright side, with this experience, we'll know what to pay attention to next time."

"Don't do this again, it's too dangerous."

Hearing Shekh's indifferent tone, Shi Jinzhe joked, "You can't take away my happiness just because you feel bad about it."

"...You almost died."

"Your teeth are cursed, so you don't need to say anything."

Shekh withdrew his hand, unable to vent his pent-up anger on him.

I had to suppress my urge to sigh; today's challenge of comforting someone was a bit too difficult.

He knew it was dangerous, but he couldn't think of a better way to comfort Shekh. This matter involved him, and Shekh's focus was not on herself, but on his safety.

He felt that it wasn't okay if there was no problem; she had to agree that there was no problem.

Smelling the bitter lettuce scent emanating from Shi Jinzhe, Shekh went through the events of the past in his mind.

The memory triggered by his sense of smell brought back some unexpectedly vivid images of vampires. Shekh drifted off into thought, and after a while, said:

"Take a bite out of me."

Shi Jinzhe slowed down even as he looked up. "Should I bite you?"

Shekh brushed his hair aside and turned his head to the side.

"That would make me feel like we're even."

Do you know what you're saying?

Shi Jinzhe was 100% certain that this bite wasn't a flirtatious one; it would definitely draw blood.

"bite."

Shekh lowered his body slightly, his neck bending as he approached.

Shi Jinzhe's eyes were complicated: "Throughout history, you are probably the first person to use such a commanding attitude to make someone bite themselves."

I want to feel better.

Shekh rarely used such a clever trick when speaking; with a single sentence, he successfully silenced the man.

"...Say it if it hurts."

Shi Jinzhe maintained his half-squatting, half-kneeling posture, straightened his upper body, tilted his head to get close to her neck, and only slowly opened his mouth after his lips were close to Shehe's skin.

Without sharp fangs or canines, it's difficult to pierce the skin with dull human teeth. The pain is no longer a specific point, but a loop that forms a line. The encircled part of the skin is lifted up, and the dull pain becomes sharp again as it is pressed down.

Shekh's shoulders and neck trembled uncontrollably after he removed his defenses. Shi Jinzhe stopped, thinking that this should be enough.

"Don't stop."

Sheh embraced Shi Jinzhe from behind, moving closer to him. His bent legs, which were sitting on the edge of the bed, inevitably slid down. Just as one knee was about to hit the ground, Shi Jinzhe caught it and made him kneel in his palm.

She tilted her head back and hugged herself even tighter.

It turns out that being bitten really hurts, a far cry from the satisfaction of sucking blood.

After several attempts by his clenched teeth, Shi Jinzhe tried to break free, but Sheh showed no intention of letting go.

Once that stubborn streak kicks in, I won't give up until I achieve my goal.

He closed his eyes and strained again.

The stench of blood filled his mouth, and Shi Jin swallowed hard. His lower lip was wet with blood, which stained his chin and Sheh's neck a deep red.

Shekh slid down to the ground and finally agreed to let him go.

"It turns out that being bitten really does hurt a bit."

"You're just asking for trouble..."

"But it actually feels kind of good..."

"..."

Shi Jinzhe stroked her neck: "You deserve a lot of credit for my becoming a pervert."

"How would I know if you don't develop some weird and wonderful things with me?" Sheh pressed his neck and found that the wound had been healed by Shi Jinzhe.

Shi Jin slumped down, sat back, and stopped bringing up anything that upset him.

He wiped his mouth, stared at the blood on the back of his finger, and realized that Sheikh liked him more than he thought.