He didn't take care of her often before, so now she doesn't think of bothering him when something happens.
In the silence, the god's slender fingers gently lifted the girl's clothes, and the other hand wrapped her waist indifferently. Yu Chu was caught off guard and was forced to take a step forward, feeling the young man's breath gently catch him.
The thin and soft beautiful lips gently kissed the bloody wound, which was strangely romantic and ambiguous.
Yun Xing behind covered his eyes with a flushed face.
The aura of the first generation is too strong... Obviously he didn't do anything, but his expression was very cold, but she felt terrified even standing here.
I really admire Sister Chuchu for being able to stand in front of him and face those cold purple pupils directly...
That kind of eyes, no desire, no emotion, like a god looking down on the ants in the world, condescending.
Who can bear this.
But Yun Xing never expected that the big man with the temperament of a god actually lifted his clothes and kissed him with a cold expression. The beautiful and bright red lips were covered with bloody wounds. The scene was weird but beautiful.
The boy was slender and white, but he hugged the girl in black who was covered in blood and kissed her wound.
As early as the moment the man came forward calmly, Yu Chu subconsciously pushed his shoulder.
But she didn't dare to push him too hard.
The thin and soft lips gently covered the wound. The young man lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes covered his purple pupils, his expression was cold, and he licked it slowly with his tongue. lips.
She knew that, as the main god, he could heal wounds through touch. She has known it since she was a child.
Every time he accidentally fell and bruised, the boy's snow-white knuckles touched the wound, and the bleeding quickly stopped and healed.
At that time, she was very young, respecting and fearing God, and felt that such a trivial matter would require him to use his divine power. She was very disturbed, and immediately took a tissue to help him wipe the blood from his knuckles.
The boy showed no impatient expression.
He was always emotionless, and he couldn't tell whether he was peaceful or angry at all. She wiped his hands for help, and then lowered her head and whispered: "I'm sorry to trouble you..."
The phrase never came back.
He will not answer no trouble, nor will he tell her to be careful next time. There will be no response of any kind.
The girl stood among the ruins, her eyes slightly lost. The numbness of her abdomen being kissed by the soft lips made her spine faintly weak, and she could only support him.
The wound is slowly healing.
Any touch can use divine power, but the gods chose... Kiss.
There was a lot of blood on the wound, she knew, but the boy's expression was flat, just like he healed her small scratches indifferently before, he lowered his eyes and kissed her flatly.
The boy in the wheelchair was slender and pure white, covered with blood, showing a strange sense of bewilderment.
Yu Chu bit her lower lip, and unconsciously tightened her fingertips. Her senses seemed to converge at one point. Her breathing was a little short, and she couldn't think at all.
The man raised his purple pupils.
There was some blood on the edge of the beautiful lips, he casually raised his fingertips to wipe it off, and looked directly at her with lavender eyes.
"Next time you need something, tell me." He lowered his eyelashes, "I will help you every time in the future."
Yu Chu pursed his lips and took a long time to agree.
She looked at the young man's pale and beautiful face, hesitated for a while, and said softly: "The left side..."
The main god turned his face slightly, his purple pupils refracted the cold and indifferent broken light, and the blood on the corners of his lips was particularly bewitching.
He bit his lip, and said in a cold voice, "won't you help me?"