7 The Temptation of Blood and Desire

Ansir was extremely close to me. In the blink of an eye, the pressure that belonged to him froze, and his anger subsided.

Ansir frowned. His gaze slid slightly to the side and finally stopped on my neck. His burning gaze looked like it was going to burn through my skin and bite through the veins hidden under it…

His hot breath crept up my neck like tiny ants. I felt numb from head to toe.

Groaning, I tried to break free of his grip.

"President Ansir, please let go of me!" However, under the suppression of his aura, my voice sounded soft and even a little coquettish.

"…" Ansir did not respond. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his dark red pupils became redder as his breathing gradually quickened.

He slowly opened his cherry-like red lips, revealing his sharp fangs.

I sensed something was wrong with him. From the moment his anger dissipated, he seemed to have lost his mind, dazed and excited.