The taste of blood and the scent of death filled their nostrils, as the evil cells in their bodies clamored wildly.
Sniffing the sweetly coppery blood stimulated their cerebral cortex, making them increasingly excited.
Lips and tongues entwined, each assaulting the other's fortress, advancing and retreating, inseparable.
Lu Xiaoyou opened her mouth, inhaling nothing but the fishy smell of blood, uncertain whether it was her seduction or the bewitchment of death that caused Long Xiliang's breaths to grow heavier.
The movie theater's big screen was now playing the ending song of "City of Moonwatching."
An ethereal and hoarse female voice flowed out from the speakers, like a murmur in the darkness, its strange and soft melody entwining around the two.
…
My dear, you can no longer escape
Only I can satisfy you
Silver shackles will be set upon your feet
Sweet nectar sucked from your lips
My dear, don't even think of escaping my palm
