Bai Mo rubbed his cheek against Ron's palm like a well-behaved kitten. The skin on his face was as tender as pudding. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his wrist bit by bit, biting the blood vessels with his sharp teeth.
She didn't think twice, she just wanted to do it, so she did it.
Bai Mo was not afraid. After Luo Fei died, she had nothing to fear from Ron, because he was already the worst.
Ron pinched Bai Mo's chin with his index finger and thumb, stained by the smell of alcohol on the rim of the cup, and said with a low smile, "Seduce me?"
Bai Mo looked at him with wet eyes. She wanted to ask, did I succeed?