C41 Who Was It That Was Calling Her

Just when Yi Beibei thought she was about to suffocate, Bian Boxian finally let go of her lips, buried his head in her neck and collarbone and continued to kiss her in pain.

It seemed as if even the air was suffused with a sort of heat. The smell of blood was stronger.

"Bian Boxian, don't!" she cried, and the smell of blood made her sick.

His lips were still on her skin.

The scent of blood