But Qin Shiyue's kissing skills were extremely clumsy. His teeth hit Song Nanruo's chin, and she tasted blood as she stared.
It's unbearable and mature!
Song Nanruo used hard force and bit down on his lower lip with her teeth. The smell of blood became stronger and stronger between their lips.
"Hiss..."
Qin Shiyue also felt a sharp pain in his dream, and his strength relaxed.
Song Nanruo felt that the restraint on his body was reduced, and he used his hand at the right time to push Qin Shiyue away smoothly.
She jumped up from the bed, turned around, pressed Qin Shiyue on the bed, and sat on him with her legs spread.
She wiped her red and shiny lips with one hand, but the sticky feeling did not dissipate, reminding her all the time of what just happened!
The other hand pulled out the dagger in an instant and pressed it against his most vulnerable neck.
It only takes one slight stroke to kill him.
Song Nanruo's cold eyes fell on his face, staring into his eyes, a faint murderous aura spread out, like a predator lurking in the dark night, trying to kill all the intruders who dared to offend her.
Time passed by, and Qin Shiyue didn't even open his eyes.
She was finally sure that Qin Shiyue was indeed asleep, but it was true that he was frivolous towards her. She had never suffered such humiliation!
He must die!
Song Nanruo moved her dagger forward, and with a move of her wrist, white butterflies appeared in her eyes like dancing. Her pupils trembled, and her expression was slightly tangled.
The hand holding the dagger loosened and tightened, and finally dropped as if unable to do so. She retracted the dagger.
She didn't really want him to die, so let him live.
Song Nanruo got off her body. It was already midnight, those people should leave, and she could leave.
Her eyes swept over his face. His frowned brows, bloodless face, and bluish-white lips with a hint of purple all showed that his sleep was not peaceful.
Her hand moved and then rested on his wrist.
A hint of surprise flashed across her delicate brows.
His poor health is not an old illness as he said, but actually a chronic poison. Judging from the chaos of his pulse, it can be seen that this poison did not happen overnight, but more like it was slowly ingested over a long period of time. Quantities of such poisons.
The poison had entered her internal organs, and it was unlikely that she could completely untie it. However, she happened to have a way to relieve it.
Song Nanruo wrote down the Chinese medicine prescription for relief on paper and put it on the table.
All grudges were wiped out.
See you next time, if Qin Shiyue makes her unhappy in any way, she will not show mercy.
She left without hesitation, and the room was once again deserted.
Qin Shiyue seemed to feel something on the bed. His slender fingers slightly hooked, but he couldn't reach anything.
The next day, Qin Shiyue slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of forbearing pain and cruelty flashed across his dark eyes.
He sat up, his breathing a little sluggish.
The poison soaked into this body was like a lingering nightmare, haunting him all the time, making him unable to have peace in his dreams.
The woman from last night was gone, and the sofa was neat and tidy, as if no one had ever laid on it, leaving no trace.
But when he looked around, he found the note lying quietly on the table.
His mind moved, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the smell of blood surged into his throat.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
Qin Shiyue coughed violently, as if he couldn't suppress it, and a dazzling red oozed out from between his fingers.
(End of chapter)