He was greedily drinking her blood.
Big gulps, completely unrestrained.
Her blood, to him, must be an unrivaled delicacy, otherwise, he wouldn't drink so greedily.
She could even hear the sound of his swallowing.
Big gulps, echoing loudly, like someone who's been dying of thirst in a desert for days.
He drank with immense greed.
Gu Yi'an's smile grew brighter and brighter.
It's quite alright.
She hadn't expected her blood to taste this good.
Dan Musheng, Dan Musheng.
Gu Yi'an slowly closed her eyes.
Her consciousness began to blur.
But to her surprise, she didn't faint, she didn't pass out.
A peculiar scene unfolded before her eyes.
It was a very beautiful piece of grassland, lush and endless, with only a milky white swing set on it. On that ornately carved white swing sat a very pretty little girl, dressed in a white dress.
The little girl looked to be about three or four years old, her face beaming with a happy, joyful smile.
And behind her stood a boy.
