Chapter Three: The First Encounter with Mo Yue
“Endure the pain.”
Mo Yin gripped her slender waist tightly, allowing no resistance, his lips and tongue growing deeper in their movements.
Damn it... This guy is definitely taking this opportunity for revenge!
Ling Yinyin whimpered softly, “You bastard...”
All she felt in response was the overwhelming pressure around her waist.
“Mm... don’t choke me, I’m about to pass out...”
It wasn’t just the pain from the snake fangs piercing her skin; the repeated brushing of soft lips against her flesh sent a tingling sensation through her body, like a faint electric current. Hearing the moist sucking sounds near her ear, her heart ached with torment.
Time passed unknowingly, and seeing that Mo Yin showed no sign of stopping, Ling Yinyin grew anxious.
She seemed to recall that the human body cannot safely lose more than 400cc of blood at one time.
Her vision blurred increasingly; she slowly felt a buzzing in her ears, as if someone had suddenly drained the oxygen from her brain. Her limbs stiffened and tingled as though immersed in icy water, and cold sweat poured down her back, soaking her clothes.
Though she didn’t know how much blood Mo Yin had taken, her body was nearing its limit.
“Stop sucking,” she whispered weakly. “If I die, it won’t do you any good...”
Hearing this, Mo Yin finally paused, reluctantly withdrawing the snake fangs.
He looked displeased, saying, “Useless.”
Ling Yinyin: “?”
She really wanted to slap him hard again.
But she was too scared.
After all, when under someone’s roof, one must bow one’s head.
“...I’m so hungry.”
Her life still held by another’s hands, Ling Yinyin could only meekly say, “I want to eat something. If I don’t eat, my body won’t recover—I’ll die.”
Mo Yin said nothing. Now refreshed and alert, he decisively tossed her off himself.
Without support, Ling Yinyin collapsed backwards weakly, watching as Mo Yin rose and his snake tail slithered into the darkness.
“Where are you going?” she asked anxiously.
Mo Yin ignored her, vanishing in a blink.
“...”
Ling Yinyin, frustrated and indignant, pounded the stone bed fiercely.
That damned snake!!!
Was he really going to leave her to fend for herself?
She glanced at the two bright red holes on her shoulder, along with the charred and tattered edges of her clothes—such a pitiful sight, all thanks to Mo Yin. Silently, she cursed his ancestors.
Exhausted and powerless, she could do nothing but brood alone, and before long, she dozed off.
After a while, a green snake slipped silently from the shadows in the corner and slowly approached her side.
The green snake flicked out its crimson tongue, curiously staring at the sleeping female. Then, it transformed into a stunningly alluring man with long black hair.
His features resembled Mo Yin’s closely, also shrouded in jet-black hair, but his eyes were a phosphorescent blue-green.
The man leaned close to Ling Yinyin, sniffing her scent delicately, eyes bright with surprise.
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