Never try to reason with a drunk—a perfect example being the Qiao An of this moment.
She viciously sank her teeth into the flesh of Mu Zimo's cheek. She just had to know what men tasted like. Why did her clansmen back home make such a secret, yet tireless, game of finding men? She was curious. What did men taste like, really? She had to find out for herself.
Unfortunately, back then, Qiao An had been surrounded by other members of the Beast Clan, making it rather inconvenient to go out and find a man for her own amusement.
Her situation became even more pathetic after she transmigrated to Blue Star. Forget finding a man—she could barely feed and clothe herself.
"Hey, hey, hey! Stop biting! Let go..."
Ding Fengchun shouted anxiously from the side. She wanted to grab Qiao An and force her to let go, but she was afraid of using too much strength and hurting her. All she could do was pace around in circles.
