He reluctantly raised his head from her chest, his expression arrogant, "It is your honor for me to bite you."
"I don't need this honor."
"I give it to you, you have to take it even if you don't want it!"
"Domineering!" she sneered coldly.
"What does this king ask you to pay for to be truly overbearing..." He suddenly sucked her again, and the kiss swept over her delicate body like a violent storm. She was so kissed by him that it hurt...
His force was very strong and hurt her.
His cold skin pressed against hers, so cold that there was no trace of warmth, which made her particularly awake. She could not enter a normal state of intoxication.
His breath was cool and sprayed on her skin. She felt a little chilly and even got goosebumps.
What was lying on him didn't look like a person, but like a corpse.
A corpse that was doing nothing to her.
There was a hair-raising oppression in my heart.
She stiffened her body and endured his violent and almost sadistic kiss and pinch.
Sensing her tightness, he couldn't help but soften his strength, "Jingyun... don't be afraid."
The voice was slightly hoarse.
She tried to relax, her body relaxed, but her heart was still hanging.
"Don't be afraid of me..." His voice sounded a little lonely.
"I'm not afraid." She closed her eyes, she was just... not willing yet.
He caressed her face and looked directly at her, "You have to know that I will do anything for you."
"Really?" she asked gently. Her mood suddenly became complicated. Jun Youqi also said this.
He nodded, his evil handsome face showing seriousness.
She propped her elbows on the bed, raised her body slightly, and pointed to the dressing table by the wall, "There is a cyan porcelain bottle in the middle drawer under the dressing table. I'll get it. You get up."
"Don't move. It's easy to pick up something." He pressed her body to prevent her from moving. He used his special ability to focus his mind to see through and see the cyan bottle inside.
His evil eyes widened instantly, and the drawer in the middle of the dressing table opened out of thin air. The celadon bottle inside flew into the air, and soon landed lightly in his palm, "You want this?"
"It's good to have special powers. It's much easier to hold things than ordinary people." She took the celadon bottle from his palm, unplugged the cork, and poured out a black pill with no visible ingredients, but quite pungent. "
This is a three-day heart-breaking pill. If you take the medicine for three days, you will die of intestinal rupture and rot. Master, your medicine body constitution is not immune to this. Since you are willing to do anything for me, then take it."
He picked up the pill and swallowed it without saying a word.
She stared at his actions, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"What I said..." He smiled sternly, "It may not count for others, but it will definitely count for you. I am willing to do anything for you, so naturally I won't talk nonsense even if I take a pill."
This was a special pill she prepared. It was certain that even with his experience as a medicine practitioner, he couldn't identify the ingredients. In other words, he really didn't care what the medicine she gave him was.
She looked complicated, "It's really poison."
As soon as he finished speaking, his abdomen began to throb, "You..."
"My heart is so cruel." She stated coldly.
"Okay, very good." There was no anger on his face, only a hair-raising evil look on his face, and he stared deeply into her stunning features, "Since I will die, then you will accompany me to hell!"
