TSFLIP Chapter 962

It seemed he had misunderstood something. Ming’an thought to himself that young people these days were truly hard to understand. He asked again, “Little girl, are you hungry?”

“I am,” she answered honestly.

Without hesitation, Ming’an lifted his arm, about to bite into it again.

She grabbed his hand. “Actually, I don’t have to drink blood. I can eat other food too.”

He smiled faintly, warmth in his eyes almost overflowing. “Don’t worry about me. My body heals quickly—I’m perfectly capable of being your personal mobile blood bank.”

“But—”

He lowered his head, kissed her lips, and gave them a gentle bite. “If I say it’s fine, then it’s fine. Don’t let yourself go hungry just because you’re worried about me.”

“Then… then you shouldn’t keep eating instant noodles either. If you get hungry, you can drink my blood.” She thought that taking his blood one-sidedly made her feel guilty. Since he was also a vampire, he should be able to drink blood too, right?

Unexpectedly, after hearing her words, a flash like a shooting star crossed his dark eyes. He asked, “Do you know what it means when two vampires drink each other’s blood?”

“I do…” She didn’t pretend to be clueless. Instead, she met his eyes and answered seriously.

Among humans, people exchange rings during a wedding as a kind of ritual. For vampires, drinking each other’s blood is the equivalent of exchanging rings. Humans wear rings to show they belong to someone, while vampires, after exchanging blood, develop the other’s family crest on their bodies—a mark that they belong to each other.

Fengguang awkwardly tucked her long hair behind her ear, exposing the graceful line of her neck. She looked at him earnestly. “Principal… do you want to drink my blood?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his head to her neck, first running the warm tip of his tongue over her pale skin. Her body trembled, but she didn’t pull away.

He asked softly, “You won’t regret it?”

“I won’t.” Two words, spoken without the slightest hesitation.

Ming’an’s grip on her hand tightened. His fangs slowly pierced her skin—gentle enough that she felt no pain.

Fengguang sensed the loss of blood, but even more so, a wave of pleasure that spread from where he bit her neck and quickly flooded her entire body. She suddenly remembered what she had read in books: vampire couples had two ways of bringing pleasure to each other—one was the same physical union shared by all living beings, and the other was through drinking each other’s blood.

When one vampire’s fangs pierced the other’s skin, both bodies released an intoxicating signal at the same time.

Fengguang began to gasp. She raised her arms and clutched his head tightly where it rested against her neck. He, too, was overwhelmed by intense sensation, holding her close as though he wanted to press her into his very bones.

“Ming’an…” she murmured his name unconsciously, her body damp with a sheen born of overwhelming sensation—vampires didn’t sweat, but during intimate acts they reacted much like humans.

Ming’an slowly drank the warm blood flowing from her body. As time passed, his senses climbed toward a dizzying peak. His body shifted slightly, pressing her back down onto the sofa.

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