TSFLIP Chapter 953

Fengguang was like that cat—and more importantly, there was no second one like her in the entire world.

She was one of a kind.

Ming An felt a headache coming on because this was the first time he had ever encountered a situation like this. Faced with someone who made him angry, he couldn’t hit her and he couldn’t scold her. All he could do was pamper her, lower his voice when he spoke, and be gentler than usual. After all, Xia Fengguang had the temperament of a spoiled young lady and had always been treated as something precious. The moment you criticized her, she would be unhappy—and might even put on the airs of a rich heiress and refuse to speak to you at all.

Since he couldn’t be angry at her, he could only be angry at himself.

Ming An sat down at the edge of the bed and let out a long sigh. He raised his hand and slowly sank his fangs into his own wrist, biting two small puncture wounds. After taking a mouthful of blood, he gripped her chin with his other hand, forced her mouth open, and leaned down to kiss her.

Originally, this was simply to transfer his blood into her mouth—but once their lips met, he couldn’t help but deepen the kiss.

This was Fengguang’s first time tasting blood. Although she was still unconscious, her bloodline instincts drove her to crave more. Even in her stupor, she instinctively extended her tongue, carefully licking every place in his mouth that carried the taste of blood.

To him, it was an unexpected delight.

Ming An pulled back slightly from her lips. In her sleep, she let out a soft, dissatisfied hum. He said gently, “Little girl, don’t rush.”

If he wanted her body to recover quickly, a single mouthful of his blood wouldn’t be enough. Ming An bit his wrist again and leaned down to kiss her once more.

Even though her responses were instinctive and uncoordinated, he still found it… damnably thrilling.

What had happened at the tavern last time seemed to have opened the door to a whole new world for him. He had never known before that sharing such intimacy with someone could be so pleasurable.

He treated it like an amusing game, repeating the process again and again, mouthful after mouthful of blood. By the time Ming An began to feel dizzy and lightheaded, he finally realized he had lost too much blood. The bite marks on his wrist healed at a visible speed, and at the same time, under the effect of his blood, the many wounds on Fengguang’s body began to close. Soon, there wasn’t even a trace of scarring on her face, hands, or legs.

However…

Ming An’s hand slowly moved to her ankle. That bone had once been broken—no matter how powerful his blood was, it would still need time to heal properly. Not just her ankle, but her injured internal organs as well; those, too, required time to recover.

He bent down and placed a light kiss on her lips, murmuring, “Why are you always so impulsive? Wouldn’t it have been better to wait a little longer?”

If she had just waited a bit longer, he would have made it to her side.

He leaned in again, gently prying open her teeth, hoping to draw her into another moment of closeness—but he was disappointed. This time, she showed no reaction at all. Since he hadn’t brought her any sweet blood, she simply wasn’t interested.

Amused, he lightly pinched her nose and gently nipped at her lower lip. “You really are a calculating little girl,” he said. “No benefits at all, and you won’t even give me the time of day.”