Bite Marks

The neon lights of Hanzhou City stay on all night long. In the darkest corner of the city, there is another intelligent race that coexists with humans - vampires. They have white hair that flows like moonlight, porcelain white and almost transparent skin, and their pink pupils are usually as gentle as peach nectar. Once attracted by the smell of blood, they will suddenly shrink into scarlet that is quenched with blood. They feed on blood. They never hide the slightest desire for what they desire, and their methods are never gentle. 16-Year-old Xie Qingyan had just finished his evening self-study. With the unique recklessness and softness of young people, he bumped into a "beauty" surrounded by gangsters in a remote alley. He rushed forward with clenched fists, beating those people until they were rolling around. When he knelt down, he asked in a soft voice: "Are you okay? Sister... I'll help you." But when the face was raised, the boy's breath suddenly stagnated - it was a face colder than the moonlight, with pink pupils filled with disdain and cold light. The man spoke, and his voice was a low and hoarse male voice: "Get out." Song Yan was a vampire who was extremely hungry. The sweet blood on Xie Qingyan's neck was like melting snow on the mountains, blowing into his nose along with the wind, almost destroying the last bit of his sanity. He stared at the young man's slender and clean neck. There were no teeth marks left by others, only a warm pulse beating. He grabbed the young man's wrist and pushed him against the wall. His voice was filled with dangerous coaxing: "Brother Yan, I'm hungry... I want to eat you, okay?" The young man was confused. Before he could react, his skin was pierced by sharp teeth. Warm blood rushed into the other person's mouth, with a little pain, a little itchiness, and an indescribable shudder. Song Yan licked the blood from his neck, and the scarlet in his eyes had not faded away. He said softly: "Brother Yan, it's so delicious." That bite mark was his unique mark that he put on the young man. After six years of separation, the mushy boy back then grew into a 22-year-old cold man, and Song Yan also transformed into a 24-year-old long-haired beauty. He killed the big boss, disguised himself as the boss's "widow", and moved step by step in the whirlpool of power. There was a fierceness in his eyes that wanted to strangle all his opponents to death, but at a Hongmen banquet, he was nailed to the spot by the insanely familiar fragrance of blood. Xie Qingyan was sitting in the corner, his eyes as cold as ice. He was no longer the person he used to be when he asked softly, "Are you okay?" Song Yan suppressed the surging scarlet in his eyes and maintained the façade of a gentle wife. He used excuses to lure people into the dark and tried in the gentlest tone: "Mr. The old bite mark has long since faded into a shallow mark, but Song Yan's desire has never been extinguished. This time, in this whirlpool of power and blood, he will bite his Yan Yan again, leaving a deeper, hotter bite mark that will never disappear. Intention: Using a bite mark as a contract, transcending race and power, turning prey into wives, writing hot love