Chapter 93: Lipstick Faded

Ivy possessed a peculiar ability to envision romantic settings as gruesome scenes. If a vampire were to bite down, would it be like snapping a chicken's neck, blood spraying everywhere?

As she mused, a shiver ran through her. She wasn't sure why such thoughts crossed her mind—perhaps because she didn't dare to imagine other things, like gently nibbling on Kate's neck, then licking and sucking, curious about how Kate might react. Would she succumb to earthly desires?

Lost in her own thoughts, Ivy hadn't noticed that they had arrived at the place Kate wanted to show her: the same maple grove. Not only were they perfectly in sync, but their minds seemed connected—they both wanted to share the same scenery with each other.

She suddenly thought, luckily Kate had been in an interview at that time; otherwise, she might have stumbled upon others stealing kisses, though that would have been interesting.