Amelia's eyes were filled with resentment.
That hostility always made her have other thoughts.
For example, that person's neck, she did bite it, and the black mist, along with good fortune, churned and rolled, always enticing.
Well, the most important thing is that he smelled good and had a good-looking face.
His fate was extremely valuable, with karma attached to him, but he had karmic burdens that bound him, inexplicably making people itch.
Amelia knew she was strange, but she couldn't help but lightly bite his neck, his scent soothing some of her nightmares.
My mind became much clearer.
He looked at her as her light bite stained his usually sickly pale face with other colors.
Amelia chuckled softly, feeling inexplicably that this person was wearing a black suit and a white shirt
