It seemed that he really hated being mistaken, so she put a little more effort into it.

Even though he was not afraid of pain, she could not bear to bite.

"No bite bleeding, no scar left." He reminded me kindly.

She took another breath and forced herself to do what the benefactor wanted and bite him hard.

The tender lips stick to his skin, and the weak pain will only make him feel like she is kissing him, all kinds of pleasure in his heart, but still stiff face.

"No, no! This method is not good. I'll try something else. She can't bite blood with any more effort. How...