Blood trickled down his face, and a tiny drop got into his mouth.
The thick scent of blood roused Jun Wu Yao's inner instincts and a violet glow flared unbridled in his eyes.
The smell and the taste of blood assaulted the senses of Jun Wu Xie and triggered the memories of her past life and she bit down hard in response.
She tasted more blood and Jun Wu Yao released his grip. His violet eyes seemed bottomless, and with the blood flowing from his lip, he looked every inch the devil to Jun Wu Xie.
Jun Wu Xie maneuvered out of his embrace and stood panting, and staring at Jun Wu Yao.
Jun Wu Yao wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand, the pain a lingering reminder of the merciless lass standing before him. If not for his lightning reflexes, he might not have gotten off this easily.
This kitty had grown claws, and was not to be teased.
