Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

98 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (35)

"Flowers...that's ah...what kind of flowers do you like?"

Despite not understanding what he meant, Song Jia tried her best to communicate with him.

The more he talked, the less he was likely to kill her. In the meantime, if he could only loosen his hold on her wrists, she could grab a weapon from her storage space ring.

No reply came. The masked man hovered above her, his body taut as a bowstring. The silence between them grew so heavy that she thought it might crush her.

As the silence stretched on and on and was about to snap, his hoarse voice was heard above her head.

"If I see blood, I become crazy with the urge to kill. Do you understand?"

Song Jia looked back at him. Did she understand? How could she not understand? Since she was full of wounds from head to toe and there was a blood-soaked patch of ground not far from her, even if the masked man wanted to, he could not stop the urge to kill.

He was warning her, even if she struggled, only death was waiting for her at the end.

"I..." Song Jia's voice cracked, so she tried again. "I don't want to die."

If she had an accident and also killed her second host, Nova will definitely strip off a layer of skin from her body. There was also a probability of her being fired from her job as a professional transmigrator.

There should not be a professional transmigrator that failed her missions as much as her, right?

The masked man did not seem to pay attention to her words. He continued staring at her with eyes filled with bloodlust, as if he could not see the rest of the world.

Only her.

Song Jia parted her lips. She was about to speak again when a deep kiss fell on her lips, swallowing the rest of her words.

"Mm!"

Song Jia laid there on the ground, trapped by the masked man's hard body, her eyes wide open. She was kissed so hard by him that it didn't feel like a kiss, but an attack.

She struggled with all of her strength, but she was like an ant trying to shake a tree, all of her efforts seemed to be in vain. The grip on her wrists tightened even more. Song Jia thought, if she managed to survive the night, there were surely going to be bruises on her skin.

He parted her lips and teeth, his tongue invading her mouth and tasting her. The masked man's kiss was fierce and violent, as if he wanted to tear her to shreds and swallow her whole.

Song Jia's pounding heart was about to burst out of her chest. She tried to evade her head and dodge his kiss, but his whole body seemed to be made of steel, unable to be budged even the slightest bit.

Due to the lack of oxygen, her body became soft and limpid, an electric current travelling down her spine. The masked man felt that her resistance had disappeared and he groaned, his voice low and alluring, filled with magnetism.

The redness in his eyes seemed to slowly fade, and the hands that were holding her wrists loosened. His kiss also became gentle, but Song Jia could no longer tell the difference. Her tongue was numb, and black spots started to appear in her field of vision.

With her last remaining strength, Song Jia bit his tongue.

The masked man drew back in shock, and said in disbelief, "You bit me!"

The redness in his eyes came back, and his expression became even more bloodthirsty. He bent his face close to hers and his lips went all the way down, whispering hoarsely with a hint of excitement, "But the smell of blood excites me even more."