Xie Lien offered.. his Blood to Qi Rong but he started getting greedy. drinking more and more of Xie Lian’s blood, hands clutching him tighter,

It was a small act.. between hatred from Xie Lien. But Obsession. From Qi Rong. He loved every bit of being used by the one he worships.

At first, Qi Rong is shaking, reverent. But the taste — Xie Lian’s blood — it consumes him.

He growls softly, then laps deeper. The sound of his drinking turns from submissive to hungry.

He breathes against Xie Lian’s skin:

“It’s not enough—please—more, I need more—your blood, your everything—please—”

His fingers dig in. He’s trembling, possessive. He doesn’t want to stop.

Xie Lian, lowers his collar or wrist, and whispers:

“Then keep drinking. Take all you want.”

Soft. Calm. Terrifyingly unbothered.

Maybe even tilts his head, offers his throat.

Qi Rong freezes for a second — breath hitched — before he obeys like a rabid dog finally given full permission to break the leash

Qi Rong is greedy, desperate, crying as he drinks — like it’s the one thing tethering him to life.

Blood stains his chin, runs down his throat. He doesn’t care.

He whispers between gulps:

“You’re mine… you’re mine now—this proves it—you’re letting me have you—finally—"