Are You Hungry?

Noticing that Rui Ye's shoulders were trembling faintly, Song Zhuyu held him tighter by reflex, and Rui Ye went along with the force, leaning against him like a small animal seeking warmth. 

Song Zhuyu's large hand was splayed over Rui Ye's back, stroking it slowly in a comforting gesture as he inquired, "Blood? Can you elaborate more on that? Are you interested in spilling people's blood, as in killing, or…?"