C101 I'll Let You Bleed.

"I need your blood." Meiyu's hand glided over Han Feng's cheek once more, prompting him to uncomfortably turn his head away.

Unperturbed, Meiyu retrieved a finely-crafted, razor-sharp dagger from her space and made a delicate incision on Han Feng's arm. Blood gushed forth like a fountain, a slender stream that betrayed the blade's lethal sharpness at the slightest touch