This woman usually acts like a queen, all high and mighty.

I never expected her to have such a girlish side.

A wicked smile crept across his lips as he leaned closer to Chen Qingwan, his tone suggestive:

"Miss Chen, now is not the time for you to be coy. Is your life more important or your pride?"

"Besides, I'm just helping you heal your wounds, not taking advantage of you."

Chen Qingwan was both embarrassed and annoyed by his words, but she was powerless to refute them.

She knew Lu Yan was right; it was a matter of life and death, and there was no room for hesitation.

"Then...then be gentle..."

Chen Qingwan's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

Lu Yan smiled and gently removed half of Chen Qingwan's upper body clothing, revealing her smooth, jade-like back.

The skin around the wound has turned bluish-black, and the toxins are spreading.

He took a deep breath, bent down, pressed his lips to the wound, and gently sucked on it.

Chen Qingwan's body trembled violently, and a tingling sensation spread from the wound throughout her body.

The moment Lu Yan's warm lips touched her body, she felt a strange flutter in her heart.

She bit her lip tightly, afraid to make a sound, lest someone hear her.

Lu Yan sucked the poisonous blood bit by bit, occasionally raising his head to spit out the foul blood.

His movements were gentle and focused, as if he were handling a precious work of art.

Chen Qingwan's breathing became more and more rapid, and her cheeks became increasingly red.

She felt as if her body was on fire, unbearably hot.

A strange feeling spread through her, leaving her bewildered.