Gu Shengyin had a very strange feeling.
She detested blood. In the past, no matter how fresh the blood served by the butler of Nightingale Castle, she always found it stank of blood, and never felt any hint of seduction.
But today was different. As she watched Lancelot's pale skin cover lightly pulsating veins, which carried the most delicious blood in the world, an uncontrollable thirst spread from the bottom of her heart. She wanted to drink his blood, even—transform him.
The urge was so strong that by the time Gu Shengyin was warned by the system that something was wrong in her mind, she found her fangs had already been exposed.
Seeing the woman stand up, Lancelot was somewhat baffled, "Why didn't you bite down?" He had clearly felt something pressing against his neck, but it stopped at the last moment.
Gu Shengyin didn't speak.
She took Lancelot to a room and told him to attack her with all his might.