"Are there any side effects to being sucked by you?" Bi asked curiously.
"A little less blood, nothing else."
"Then why don't you smoke and make yourself hungry and uncomfortable?" Bi couldn't understand.
Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou and guessed his thoughts: "You don't want to drink human blood, and even if you do, you don't want to just pick anyone?"
"As expected of my forever Miss Yang," Li Changzhou said shyly.
The next moment, he revealed a slightly thirsty expression: "So, which of you two is willing to donate blood to save this poor vampire?"
“Her!” Li Qianxia pointed at Yang Qinglan.
"I'm afraid of pain," Yang Qinglan said.
She experimented with the Dragon's Blood Tree Style: Qilin Blood Dragon in Prague for the same reason.
"..." Li Changzhou said, "Hey, you guys are kidding, I feel like if I don't drink blood soon, my body will really spontaneously combust."
"It seems that different identities also have an impact," Yang Qinglan pondered.
As she spoke, she slightly pulled open her collar with her left hand and lifted a few strands of long hair that were hanging over her shoulder with her right hand, revealing her newly fallen, snow-white neck.
“Come on,” she said.
Li Changzhou swallowed hard, walked behind Yang Qinglan, and slowly bent down.
My heart started pounding, like a wild wolf trying to break free from the confinement in my ribs.
Li Changzhou smelled Yang Qinglan's fresh and elegant scent and felt her slightly heavier, faint breathing.
A desire to devour Yang Qinglan welled up within him.
A warm, moist breath brushed against Yang Qinglan's skin, and she couldn't help but tense her legs.
With its mouth open, revealing sharp fangs, Li Changzhou uncontrollably bit down.
The fangs pierced through the tender, moist skin and plunged into the arteries.
"Hmm~" Yang Qinglan closed her eyes.
Even though she was donating blood, her skin was flushed.
"Don't look!" Li Qianxia covered Bi's eyes, but Bi curiously tried to pry them open.
Smooth, sweet blood—no, it didn't taste like blood at all. To a vampire's senses, it was a juice more wonderful than any fruit juice or wine—that traveled down Li Changzhou's esophagus and down his throat.
He felt a sense of release and pleasure throughout his body, followed by an even greater surge of desire.
The urge to devour Yang Qinglan grew stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but reach out and hug her from behind.
Yang Qinglan's heart pounded wildly, even pausing for a few seconds as Li Changzhou's breath pierced her skin, entered her brain, and penetrated her very soul.
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