"Is Xiaoge'er sending an invitation to me?"
Si Mo was lying on the bed, holding the 'Scorching Sun' in his arms, with a confused look in the depths of his amber eyes.
I'm afraid that at this moment, Mu Qingge stabbed him in the heart, and he was reluctant to let go, let alone leave.
invite
A cold light flashed deep in Mu Qingge's clear eyes.
The smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more charming. She stretched out her exquisite fingers, gently lifted Si Mo's slightly green chin, and raised his head slightly.
Si Mo cooperated with her, his eyes full of doting smiles.
"The number one expert in Linchuan Continent, His Majesty the Holy King of the Shengyuan Empire wants to personally warm my bed, how could I refuse?" Mu Qingge's red lips parted slightly, and her words were somewhat arrogant and evil.
"Warming the bed?" There was danger flowing in Si Mo's amber eyes. His little Geer actually thinks of him as a bed-warming girl
The sharp tips of his fingertips gently slid across Si Mo's face.
It seemed that Mu Qingge was carefully describing his facial features: "Such stunning beauty is rare in the world. Today, I am really honored. But..."
Her movements gradually went downwards.
Follow the tip of Si Mo's nose to his lips and his chin. Then, he moved along his chin to his neck, came to the looming collarbone in his clothes, and scratched it back and forth a few times.
Si Mo's eyes gradually blurred, and a touch of coquettish rose appeared in the amber depths.
His little song is playing with fire.
However, he damn didn't want to refuse, let alone stop.
The silver fingertips lingered with the ridiculously beautiful collarbone for a while, and then outlined the shape of the neck cavity, then left with satisfaction and continued downward.
She gently pushed aside Si Mo's clothes, revealing her fair chest and perfect, strong muscle lines.
Finally, her hand came to his heart.
Suddenly, Mu Qing's movements stopped, and Si Mo could clearly feel Mu Qing's intensity increasing. He even felt the sharp fingertips trying to scratch his skin.
He didn't move, interested in seeing what his little Ge'er wanted to do.
There was a dull pain in his chest, and where Si Mo's heart was pressed by his fingertips, a red drop of blood emerged from his skin.
The drop of blood was like a blood-red gem on his chest.
"However, I wonder if His Majesty the Holy King is clean physically and mentally? I have mysophobia. A dirty person cannot warm my bed." Mu Qingge said evilly.
Si Mo seemed oblivious to the wound on his chest, and his eyes could only accommodate Mu Qingge's figure: "Don't worry, little Ge'er, I bathe every day and I can't be cleaner."
After saying that, he raised his hand and touched the wound with his fingertips.
Drops of blood appeared on his fingertips.
Mu Qingge narrowed her eyes, looked at him, and loosened her finger cuffs. And just after her finger cots were loosened, she was surprised to find that the wound she made on Si Mo's chest healed instantly, without any difference.
It was as if the scene just now was just her fantasy.
Such a powerful healing ability may be comparable to her body modified by genetic modification agents!
Mu Qingge was shocked by Si Mo's recovery ability, but the latter held the blood drop and placed it in front of Mu Qingge's eyes.
The blood beads seemed to have condensed into the appearance they had just spilled out, and did not change due to Si Mo's movements. It stood on his fingertips, as if it had life. The blood inside was constantly flowing, with a bit of gleaming light.
(End of chapter)