Bristle with Anger

Translator: XephiZ

Editor: Aelryinth

The taste of fresh blood lingered on her lips. Liu Ru would feel dizzy whenever she saw blood in the past, yet blood had somehow become splendid, sticky, sweet, and she seemed to forget the pain, hatred and sorrow accumulated in her heart at that moment!

However, Liu Ru did not indulge in pleasure for too long.

Her body shuddered violently as she came to a realization.

She withdrew the fangs out from Mo Fan's neck in panic, and touched them with her hand in disbelief!

-God, what was I doing?-

Liu Ru could not believe it. She looked at Mo Fan, who was staring back at her. She could not detect any ripple of emotion from his eyes.

Yet, the more emotionless they seemed, the more Liu Ru felt like she was punctured with holes by the gaze, clueless about how to face him...