"Your Mightiness!"
Sepsis couldn't help but take a step forward, and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to say something, and his usually steady voice became a little hurried.
Fëanor's shoulders shook slightly with endurance.
He put away his fangs and used his lips to press the artery on the side of Felicity's neck. He held the skin in his mouth and sucked it, and in a moment, tiny drops of blood appeared, which then merged into a long red mark.
The rapidly bouncing pulse beneath the thin skin aroused a strange desire for knowledge in his heart.
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