C195 Alcohol Wastes

Gently biting Zhao Qingyu's finger, Shen Ann stared at the redness on her face at a close distance. When they looked at each other, it was as if there was a fire quietly blooming in the silence.

Her foxy eyes were slightly narrowed, too, and there was a sense of disorientation in them, as if all nine of her tails were in his hand, even though he had only bitten her finger