But he didn't know that the candy wasn't unique.
Yan Li hesitated again.
As if sensing her thoughts, the Xuan Shuang Sword slowly dissipated into the air, while Wen Shanbai, like a persistent leech, kissed her again.
Seeing that the last chance had slipped through her fingers, Yan Li angrily bit Wen Shanbai's lips.
Unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, he suddenly gripped her chin again, stepped back slightly, and then pressed his hand against her forehead.
Their breaths mingled, and for a moment they were indistinguishable.
A hint of decadence crept into Wen Shanbai's eyes as he softly reminded her, his voice even hoarser: "Ali, don't bite."
His blood is no good.
Yan Li was slightly taken aback, and then a rebellious idea arose in her mind.
Why can't I bite it?
He did such a thing, and she's being criticized just for biting him a couple of times?
But Wen Shanbai didn't explain much. He simply put his hand around the back of Yan Li's neck, lifted it slightly, and leaned down to kiss him again.
Before long, Wen Shanbai looked up in pain, and in that instant, he saw the drop of blood on Yan Li's lips.
"Ah Li," he slowly tried to wipe away the drop of blood, but Yan Li bit his finger. His eyes darkened further, as if he had thought of something very interesting, and he sighed softly:
"Actually, I originally wanted you to help me with your hands."
Yan Li subconsciously loosened her grip, her eyes widening as if she had been greatly shocked: "..."
Is this something I can say?
Also, what does "originally" mean?
Wasn't that what he was thinking just now?
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