Nan Zhi could smell the metallic scent of blood.
She furrowed her eyebrows, turning away from the bowl. She was furious. "Gu Sheng, how crazy are you?"
Gu Sheng grabbed the back of Nan Zhi's head, the rare dominance appearing in his usually gentle voice, "Drink it."
Nan Zhi's eyelashes fluttered terribly. She shut her lips tightly, not willing to drink the blood he was feeding her.
Who was willing to drink another person's blood? He was completely crazy! When Nan Zhi was stubborn, it was definitely enough to make a person furious.
Gu Sheng's expression darkened, as his long fingers pinched her chin and poured the bowl of blood into her mouth forcefully.
He dazed a little when he saw her mouth filled with his blood.
It felt like a level of intimacy that they never had, and caused a soft ripple in his heart.
Nan Zhi felt completely numb after drinking the bowl of blood. She felt like her entire body was frozen in disgust.