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In the underground palace, Su Qiao flew up from the bluestone slabs and finally landed on the roof of the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief.
call!
Finally it worked!
Host, you stink. 444 looked at Su Qiao, who was greasy and gray, and quickly pinched his nose and stepped back.
"I… "
Su Qiao glanced down and was about to perform a dust removal technique when a figure suddenly shot out from the yard and hugged her in his arms.
Su Qiao was so scared that she almost slapped the person, but fortunately she remembered at the last moment that besides her, there was only one other person in the place.
"Hey, you want to die by rushing over like this? Do you know that I almost slapped you to death?"
The man didn't care that she was dirty and smelly. He held her tightly, with his face buried in her neck and didn't move.
"Wife..."
These two words "gently" seem to contain countless tenderness and longing.
After a pause, he uttered two more words: "It's me."
"I know it's you. Have you recovered your memory?" Su Qiao looked at his sleeves which seemed to have not been washed for three months, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Yeah." The voice seemed to come out from the man's throat, with a hint of coquettishness in it.
Su Qiao didn't care about the embarrassment anymore, and pushed him away with a little force, staring at him with an equally gray face: "Are you really recovered? All recovered?"
The man looked at her face and suddenly smiled. He stretched out his jade-white fingers and gently wiped the dirt off her face. "I remember what happened between us in the past."
"It's a bit late, you... won't blame me?"
As if he remembered something, he blinked his eyes a little nervously: "And... and..."
He really didn't know what to say next, so he simply brushed off his sleeves and stretched out his fair arm: "You bite it!"
Su Qiao was still immersed in the thought of his complete recovery of memory. He stared blankly at his arm, "What do you want me to bite?"
There was a trace of panic in Han's eyes. He pursed his thin lips, lowered his head, and said in a small voice with frustration: "I was wrong. I shouldn't have sucked your blood. I'm a bastard. How could I suck your blood?"
She was so cute, how could he have the heart to kiss her
How could he be so cruel and rude
So that's why.
Su Qiao had an idea in mind, so he pulled him down from the roof and into the hall.
"You are indeed a bastard. You actually treated me as a food reserve and a blood bank."
Han didn't even bother to ask her how she could fly. At this moment, he wished he could find a washboard to kneel on.
"Don't be angry, just hit me! I can hit you three times a day."
"If you bite me, I will bite you back twice as much. No, I will bite you back ten times as much."
Han made up his mind that he must let her bite back, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.
"I'm not a vampire, nor a zombie, what should I bite?"
Su Qiao thought he was both funny and cute.
"Besides, have you washed your hands? Just let me bite you."
Besides, he has a strong body and skin, but she can still bite him with her teeth.
After listening to this, Han turned around and left.
Su Qiao stopped him in time: "Where are you going?"
"I... I'm going to wash my hands." Han's cheeks were a little red. It seemed that he hadn't washed his hands or taken a shower for a long time. He even stretched out his hand just now.
Su Qiao reminded: "There is water in your space, hurry up and get more for me, I need to wash it thoroughly."
Host, can't you just use the Dust Removal Technique? Do you still need to waste water like this
444 doubted whether the host remembered that he was a cultivator, and he had to take a bath like a mortal.
"I like it, no."