A while in the celestial sky

Naihua clung to Hou Mingyue's right hand, her sharp teeth leaving their mark. As her anger subsided, she realized what she had done—she had bitten him.

Slowly, she withdrew her mouth, a drop of blood staining her lips. Hou Mingyue's hand bore the evidence—thirty-two teeth marks, red and dotted with blood. She had bitten him with all her might.

Caught off guard, Naihua couldn't find words to answer his question: "Little fairy, are you satisfied with me?" The query echoed in her mind.

After all, she had bitten him, and he hadn't resisted. Instead, he had asked about her satisfaction.

Naihua turned away, walking as if he weren't there.

But Hou Mingyue abruptly seized her waist, shocking her. His eyes—how beautiful they were!

He held her gaze, and she found herself staring back.

"Why won't you answer me?" Hou Mingyue's voice took on a seductive tone. "Are you satisfied with me?"