C639 Chapter 639

Moh Yao ignored the feast in her bowl and waited for Jun Beilou’s shrimp. When she finally took the shrimp he offered, she even mischievously licked the pad of his finger, earning a sharp eye-roll from him.

“Is synthetic blood really that good?” Moh Yao didn’t bother responding to his warning. She frowned at the blood in his expensive glass