Zhou Chen was like a poppy to Tao Ding. Even though he knew he would be completely injured, he would still keep getting closer. That kind of sweet honey is a sharp knife after all! A large shadow pressed over, and the soft tip of the tongue roamed freely in the mouth, grasping the sweetness. Suddenly, the sharp teeth touched the lightly opened lips, the smell of blood filled the mouth, and the powerful pain under the body hit overwhelmingly... "I just want to make you hurt...