"You're full of bravado, aren't you? What exactly is your identity?" Shen Xian's gaze sharpened, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he briefly diverted his attention back to Xiong Zi Ying, granting Shenlian Yingyue a much-needed moment to breathe.
"Identity is trivial; what truly matters is my knack for causing chaos. Care to test me?" Xiong Zi Ying cocked his head, an alluring smile spreading across his face as his fingers continued their gentle torment on Shen Xian's neck.
Though their interaction resembled a dance between lovers, there was a hidden potency in Xiong Zi Ying's touch that invoked an unexpected consequence—Shen Xian felt warm blood trickling from the scratch on his neck.