The Man Who Eats Everything

Xie Jiuhan looked down at her and gently wiped away the saliva on her pink lips. His throat rolled in the bow on his neck. This woman was too sweet. With her, he didn't even need to eat anymore.

The man reached out to hold the back of Feng Qing's head, his long and good-looking fingers inserted into the roots of her long black and fluffy hair. Then, the man leaned down and gently pressed his thin lips on Feng Qing's nose, kissing her all the way to her collarbone.

The man's movements were so gentle when his lips gently touched the bruise on Feng Qing's neck. He licked her again and again like a lion licking its injured companion's wound. The feeling was numb and itchy, bringing waves of electricity from Feng Qing's scalp to the soles of her feet.

Feng Qing sat up from the man's lap and placed her hands on his shoulders. The man did not stop kissing and continued to kiss her two collarbones, leaving a bunch of dense kiss marks.