After a while, Lan Wu’s breathing gradually steadied, and her cold lips left Ji Lingyue’s neck. Ji Lingyue lowered her gaze, meeting Lan Wu’s cautious, soft, and obedient eyes. She couldn’t help but lower her voice. “What’s wrong?” Lan Wu averted her eyes, hesitating for a moment before murmuring, “I’m sorry.” “Sorry for what?” The vampire raised a hand, gently…