Holding Hands (2)

The ice-cold tip of his tongue pried open her tightly clenched teeth and the refreshing liquid flowed into Shen Yanxiao's mouth through their lips. Xiu felt the blood in her mouth and his flexible tongue could not help but lick the blood in her mouth until the scent of the potion filled his taste buds.

Xiu hesitantly moved away from that soft little mouth. However, there was a trace of instability on his handsome face that was above Shen Yanxiao. His eyes that had been specially altered began to ripple with a golden hue.

When Shen Yanxiao was in a semi-conscious state, she only felt a chill surging through her throat. That refreshing feeling soon spread throughout her body, which slightly reduced the pain on her body, allowing her to regain consciousness.

Shen Yanxiao, who had recovered some strength, could see Xiu's face clearly.

"How many bottles do you need?" Xiu's voice was still as cold as snow, but his magnetic voice was filled with hoarseness.