Despite being a half-demon, Xiang Cong withstood the force that would shatter him to pieces. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, yet he was still able to laugh.
"Ahem! Your Highness has impressive arm strength."
Yi Mu knew all along that he couldn't possibly die; the werewolf bloodline was incredibly powerful.
Furthermore, if Xiang Cong were to die so easily, he wouldn't be the male lead.
However, this face is really an eyesore. People are always picking on him, and it makes you want to slap him across the face.
Yi Mu grabbed Xiang Cong's chin, intending to warn him not to provoke him again, but his sharp nails accidentally scratched the skin on Xiang Cong's jaw.
The sweet, fragrant scent of blood wafted in the wind, and Emu's eyes instantly turned scarlet.
In his eyes, Xiang Cong's face had turned gray, and all the colors in the world seemed to converge on the small wound on his chin.
Since Yi Mu transmigrated to this world, he has never had the taste of blood from a friend, which has caused his proud self-control to crumble to this point.
Like a lowly vampire, he impatiently bared his fangs, gripped Xiang Cong's chin tightly, lifted his collar, and leaned in.
This little guy is way too impatient.
The feigned fear in Xiang Cong's eyes vanished completely when Yi Mu approached.
Just as Yi Mu opened his mouth to bite down hard, he raised his hand and clamped his chin.
A crimson storm raged in Yi Mu's eyes; his displeasure at being disturbed from eating made him want to tear the man in front of him apart.
"Let go!" he said coldly.
Unfortunately, the chubby cheeks that were pinched and puffed up didn't really have any intimidating power.
Xiang Cong leaned one elbow against a rock, pinched Yi Mu's chin with one hand, looked around, and a frivolous smile appeared on his lips.
"The prince's face is truly stunning; no wonder he has all those girls at school completely captivated by him."
Do you think they'd still be so infatuated with you if they knew you were a terrifying vampire who drinks human blood?
That sounds really awkward. What does it have to do with him if a girl likes Yi Mu?
Yi Mu didn't think much of it; he only knew that this person's blood held immense allure for him.
Since I won't be able to taste my favorite neck blood anytime soon, I'll just have to try something new.
Xiang Cong waited for Yi Mu to get angry; he enjoyed seeing the young prince get angry.
His eyes widened, and his pale cheeks flushed pink with excitement.
If it gets really angry, it will unconsciously reveal its small, white, pearl-like fangs.
Oh ho, it really showed itself, but it didn't stop biting at his tiger's mouth without stopping for a moment.
"Can you even get blood there, you silly boy?"
There wasn't much blood, but it was better than nothing.
Yimu sucked hard until he couldn't suck out any more blood, then he raised his head.
He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth clean, not wasting a single drop.
A little blood was enough for Yimu to regain his self-control.
Once he regained his senses, he turned on Xiang Cong and kicked him aside. He then picked up his hiking stick and continued his ascent to the summit.
Xiang Cong had been observing Yi Mu for over a month and had already figured out the little prince's personality.
Yi Mu is angry, but not really angry; he's probably just embarrassed and angry, like right now.
Yi Mu was happy, but not truly happy; he was probably just putting on an act for someone else.
Just like when Xian Yanglan does something stupid, the smile on his lips doesn't even reach his eyes.
He's the kind of arrogant person who speaks his mind without thinking, and coupled with his cold exterior, the contrast is simply extreme.
Furthermore, how could a prince's fangs be so tiny and adorable? It makes one want to touch and kiss them.
Although I've already walked around the top of the mountain once, going up again for another walk seems like a good idea.
I don't feel tired at all; on the contrary, I feel fully energized and excited.
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