Yan Xi pursed her lips, her expression indifferent.
Cui Pan's figure was clearly reflected in Qing Lian's eyes, making him wear a red robe, and Qing Jun's face had nowhere to hide.
Cui Pan suddenly felt annoyed and leaned over and bit her neck. The blood vessel was bitten, the sharp teeth went in deeply, and he sucked|Yun. Yan Xi gave a muffled snort, suddenly raised her head, her cheeks paled quickly, and there was no trace of blood.
The blood in the body was quickly drained, until this moment, Cui Pan's nature was finally exposed to her.
I don't know how long time has passed, maybe it's just a moment.
Yan Xi suddenly felt that Cui Pan might really want to suck up her blood before letting her go. But it's okay, he saved her life, and she has spent twenty years in vain, and now it's okay to pay him back.
Closed his eyes tiredly, a drop of clear tears swiftly drawn out of the eye sockets along the corner of the eye, and followed the corner of the eye to Cui Pan's hand.
Cui Pan was stunned. After a while, he suddenly sat up in shock, staring blankly at Yan Xi's weak gasp, still smiling on his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Cui Pan, what do I still owe you? Today, it’s better to take them all together, I’m tired."
A violent pain came from Cui Pan's heart. He squeezed her chin tightly, forced her to look his eyes squarely, and bit her ***** boy. Interrogation, "Is weak water so good? One? It’s also worthy of your thoughts on the trails that have no power and power to cultivate shallowly? You have changed—"
"Well-"
Wuxi frowned with pain, and didn't care about the slightest pain. The blood that almost flowed into his whole body hurts more than this. She smiled idioticly, her lips were pale without a trace of blood, and she slowly opened her lips, "Cui Pan, are you getting your wish?"
The indifferent in her tone made him mad.
He spent the past twenty years in this tone. She was always calm and calm. He stared at the bamboo house where she lived for countless days and nights. He never dared to press too hard for fear of killing others. Forced to stay further away from him.
But now, he doesn't want to!
If she dared to escape, he would tie her up, so why not trap her forever? After all, I want to perfect myself.
He is such a selfish person.
Since she sees him in the same way, he can do whatever she wants! The action tore off the plain veil from her body without any pity. She was trapped by his mana, and now she can only lie under him and let her do whatever she wants. As he had imagined when he dreamed back at midnight for many years, his eyes were filled with hot flames.
"Yeah, I finally got what I wanted, Yanxi, I won't give you up to others again, never!" In the next moment, he sank, and his lips were bitten. Bleeding, still not begging for mercy.
Even if it hurts into the bone marrow.
She had lost too much blood and became weak, and as he moved his black hair like satin, and the red halo behind him, her chest was violently up and down, and her throat gasped with rustling. "Cui, Cui Pan, are you afraid that I hate you?"
Cui Pan's figure fell for a while, and then the action became more intense, like a violent storm, with an aura that was enough to crush everything, almost wanting to wring her into pieces.
He smiled negatively, with a strange smile on the corners of his lips, a blood-red color in his phoenix eyes, "I'm afraid, but I'm even more afraid of losing you—"
Yan Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly with folded wings, struggling silently. The upper head was stained with water vapor, and was dazzled by the palace lantern, his eyes were misty, and he was breathing softly.