This sentence made Dan Musheng's expression change again.
Xiao Ye laughed.
It was unclear whether it was self-deprecating or mocking.
She looked at Dan Musheng with indifferent eyes, "If it were me, I could clearly determine that you didn't touch her at all. Not because I saw it, even if I had lost consciousness at the time, I would have woken up sure that you hadn't touched her!"
Dan Musheng's fists clenched, his face tense.
Xiao Ye snorted, then slowly said, "Her blood is not only delicious to you, but also fatally attractive. Also, because of your physical condition, or rather the physical condition of your kind of angels, her blood has an aphrodisiac effect on you. So even though you healed her wounds at the cost of your own life, you inevitably ingested her blood. It must have been hard then... you wanted her so badly, right?"
Dan Musheng's lips pressed into a line, his whole demeanor icy and rigid.
