That half-cup of dark red Fiery Flame Passion, under the neon lights of the moment, exuded a sense of enchanting allure.
The liquid swaying in the glass mirrored the devilish smile on Ye Xuan's face.
Yet, as the Fiery Flame Queen gazed at the glass before her, her elegant brows furrowed tightly, her face still flushed with indignant anger.
Nevertheless, she said nothing; she raised her delicate fingers, bit the tip, and let a drop of bright red blood fall into the glass of Fiery Flame Passion.
"Boy, I hope you truly can mix a beautiful cocktail, or else, you won't have a whole bone left in your body today!"
The Fiery Flame Queen's red lips slightly pursed as she fiercely glared at Ye Xuan, the words she uttered ice-cold and bone-chilling, brimming with murderous intent.
It seemed this boy had thoroughly enraged Her Majesty! Not only did he openly flirt with the Fiery Flame Queen in public, but he also demanded the Queen's Virgin Blood, leaving her utterly without dignity.
