The collar was rubbed open, and a thin and beautiful clavicle could be vaguely seen, and the sunken part revealed the snow-white skin that seemed to be glowing. But at this time, that delicate skin was also stained with blood, and the overly strong smell surged from Jie Zhouyan who was pressing on her, until it stained Yuan Yuxue's clothes and exuded the same smell -
Yuan Yuxue's eyes seemed to widen slightly.
He struggled again, this time with much more strength than before. His arms, which were pinned down, seemed to be slightly tensed and trembling slightly in the confined space.
Such a scene should obviously be very "horrifying", but for some reason the onlookers felt their ears burning - it was a bit strange.
It doesn't seem to be attacking.
"Jie Zhouyan." Yuan Yuxue turned her head slightly to avoid letting her lips touch the smelly blood.
But the effect was very limited, and it exposed his soft cheeks even more. His face was now covered with fresh, yet-undried blood.
"Let me go."
Yuan Yuxue lowered his voice. Jie Zhouyan, who had pretended not to understand the three words he said before, certainly understood that this now meant a clear rejection of "let go of me".
Of course he could ignore it, since he was always willful and unbridled, and could not tolerate anyone else. But when he saw Yuan Yuxue's trembling eyelashes drooping, he was still stunned for a moment, and then he honestly moved away from Yuan Yuxue.
-Compared to the comfortable touch brought by such physical contact and the satisfaction of having his sense of lack filled, he seemed to not want Yuan Yuxue to hate him even more, so he made this compromise.
"W-why?"
I haven't spoken for a long time, so my voice is a little dry.
So much so that when Jie Zhouyan spoke, he seemed to stutter a little, just like when he first met Yuan Yuxue, he was not used to speaking.
His eyes, still slightly red, stared at Yuan Yuxue. Although he let go, he was still very persistent in asking that question, "Do you hate me?"
Not hateful.
… is too dirty.
This was the first thought that came to Yuan Yuxue’s mind.
He looked at Jie Zhouyan with a headache, and could only remind him patiently, "You are too dirty now, you have to wash off the blood."
Jie Zhouyan: “… Yeah.”
Is it because of this reason
He began to regret using such a rough method to get rid of the bugs.
After Jie Zhouyan moved his body away, Yuan Yuxue, who was pinned down by him, was finally able to stand up successfully.
At this time, his body was covered with a lot of scarlet blood, and he looked very terrifying.
But those upper-class people with sharp eyesight clearly saw that Yuan Yuxue did not have any additional wounds on her body after being "attacked" - if the reddened skin could be considered an injury.
And after breaking away from this physical contact, Jie Zhouyan obviously became very anxious again.
The strong feeling of lack and emptiness in my heart became more and more obvious.
But he couldn't continue to touch Yuan Yuxue, lest he be disliked. He could only lower his head slightly and do some small movements. For example, he rubbed his hands hard on the clean cloth on his body, wiped off the obvious blood, and then gently reached out his hand and hooked Yuan Yuxue's fingertips.