In the dim and oppressive atmosphere, Xiao Cangqing slowly extended his long, pale fingers, gently stroking Ji Shengyue's porcelain-like skin.
Blood clung to his fingertips, shimmering with an eerie luster in the dim light.
Xiao Cangqing parted his blade-thin lips, revealing a chilling yet playful smile.
Then, he extended the tip of his tongue and gently licked the warm blood from his fingertips.
At that moment, Ji Shengyue couldn't help but shudder.
To her, those cold fingers were not just physically chilling,
but also sent a violent tremor deep into her soul.
The chill spread along the elegant curve of her cheek and throughout her entire body, making her tremble uncontrollably.
Ji Shengyue suddenly understood what Chu He had said in the room.
She now understood what he meant when he said she wouldn't be able to die even if she wanted to, and to live would be a humiliation.
