Qi Ling's eyes briefly flashed a gloomy look; he was already at the bottom of the abyss, longing to drag a few others to accompany him.
Upon hearing the bathroom door open, he gulped down the wine in his glass, casually placed the cup on the table beside him, and walked with brisk steps toward the prey that was about to fall into his clutches.
Enveloped in a bath towel, the youthful and beautiful girl looked at Qi Ling with a flushed face, her toes curling nervously on the carpet.
Her tender, shy demeanor couldn't help but ignite a fiery desire in Qi Ling's heart, with hundreds of sordid thoughts about devouring her flashing through his mind.
The prey at his mouth, pinned under his claws, did not make Qi Ling's blood surge with excitement.
What he enjoyed was the thrill of their blood being compatible, turning her into one of his own kind.
Qi Ling's inner thoughts were exceedingly dark while his external demeanor was as polite as ever.