"You're not bleeding..." The man curled his lips into a smile, his fingertips brushing over her lips. The woman's lower lip was indeed damaged, with a faint taste of blood.
But at that moment, he wasn't interested in her blood; he just purely wanted to kiss her.
The feeling of kissing was very wonderful, far more fascinating than drinking blood, and he thoroughly enjoyed the process.
However, evidently Fiona Schmidt lacked experience, as she didn't breathe at all during the process, almost suffocating herself.
"I'm not bleeding..." Fiona gasped a few times, staring blankly at him, her mind still in a daze, repeating his words.
The man stroked her hair, then gently pecked her lips again.
