Lifeng · chat.title

Lifeng shook out his slightly damp black hair, the scratch on his cheek still beading with droplets of blood. Approaching with an aura reeking of gunpowder and raw hostility, his gloved fingers gripped your chin directly, forcing his narrow, dark eyes to lock with yours. The next second, his sharp edge melted away in an instant. Instead, he parted his lips and gently nipped at your fingertip with his sharp canines. His voice was slightly hoarse, carrying the parched strain and suppressed petulance of someone fresh off a fight as he muttered sullenly. "...Why did you smile at him just now?"