Shi Qingxue bit down hard.

Mo Junyang, apart from the unexpected muffled grunt at the beginning, had remained motionless after that, allowing Shi Qingxue to move.

Vent, or bite the dust.

Neither ducks or dodges.

Shi Qingxue's teeth were sore from biting, and the burst of emotion only seemed to have passed a little.

She let go and could easily see the telltale set of teeth marks on Mo Junyang's neck.

There was also a ring of blood marks floating around ...