Hawthorne's thin lip was bitten and a trace of blood spilled over his lips.

The obscure light shines on him, reflecting the man's beautiful face more and more white as jade, and the blood silk at the corner of his mouth is particularly dazzling, like that transcendent medieval vampire.

Phantom, magic, danger, but with a deadly threat.

"Get some interest!"

The man's atmosphere is too strong and evil. She not only steps backward, but also the air of her entanglement and kiss with him. There is something in her heart that seems to break away from the shackles.

"Mr. Huo, you insult me again and again. You want to fight...