No one could have imagined that as a vampire, Yu Yan hated blood so much that he could not eat or drink for thousands of years.
No one could have imagined that Yu Yan, who was as stubborn as a dead donkey, would one day come back smelling of blood.
On a rainy night, the weak street lights hit the ground, and the warm yellow tones washed away the coldness of the rain. The young man lowered his eyes and glanced at the young man who was holding his hand tightly. His thin lips curled up slightly: "Vampire? Do you think I'm a fool?" His response was the pain coming from his neck. It was not very painful, but more like the pattering of rain.
Yu Yan had never lowered his head to anyone, but the lingering fragrance surrounding the young man in front of him made him tighten his grip on the young man's hand: "Take a bite, okay?"
Two-way secret love cookie
Intention: Let nature take its course