“What?” Zu An was startled. Oddly enough, he was a little uncomfortable with this.

“Don’t move.” Qiu Honglei mumbled indistinctly, at the same time tucking the strands of hair that had fallen down onto her cheeks back behind her ears.

Zu An subconsciously straightened. The surroundings were quiet, so quiet that only the gentle breathing of the two of them could be heard.

He could vaguely smell the scent of her hair, as well as the delicate fragrance that had to belong to a young lady. Of course, the things he sensed most intimately were her soft lips and her flexible tongue…

Ahem, ahem, get your head out of the gutter! Be calm, be calm!

Just like that, the two of them sat quietly, leaning against each other as Qiu Honglei sucked out the poisoned blood and spat it out one mouthful at a time.

After what seemed like an eternity, Qiu Honglei finally heaved a sigh of relief. The color of his wounds had finally returned to a normal red. “I’ve already sucked...