The little girl slowly approached, opened her mouth, and extended her tender tongue, gently licking Lin Yi's wound.
The wound stung, yet it tickled irresistibly under the little girl's tongue.
Lin Yi felt a creepy sensation inside, a mix of emotions brewing in his chest—both horrific... and with an undeniable thrill.
After being licked, the wound no longer bled Tomato sauce, but the sensation of invisibly being caressed still moved, new wounds appeared, blood continued to flow, and the little girl lick them again.
He felt like his arm was now a flowing yolk bun, the opening formed, the yolk flowed, the little girl ate it, and once it stopped flowing, she would make a larger opening to continue eating.
Yet at this time, he didn't notice that the time on his watch had gradually become sluggish...
The hands on the watch face began to move incredibly slow from the 30th second of 3:19...
