C90 Destroying this perfection
"Okay, tomorrow." Xiao Menghan pushed at durian. "I'll let you go tonight, hiss."
With a gasp, Xiao Menghan lifted his finger from the Durian Lotus. Surprisingly, there were drops of blood on the tip of his finger.
"I'll get the Band-Aid."
"No need, a small wound." Xiao Menghan reached out and pulled Mo Xiaoran back. For a drop of blood, he was willing to let this warm moment come to an end