C174 She Can't Do It

Qi Haoming subconsciously wiped the pain from his lips with the back of his hand. He took a quick glance and realized that the man was vicious. He had actually bitten into the man's skin and bled to death. "His lips curled up into a sneer and his tone was cold." I know, I know what, are you sick, sometimes cold, sometimes hot? I couldn't help it the day before yesterday