"No, no, it's not what you think! I'm taking the antidote!" Murong Feixue hurriedly explained.
Only after reviewing her explanation, Murong Feixue realized that it was a bit more and more suspicious. Releasing lust is also a kind of antidote. What she just said was very ambiguous.
"I said it wrong, I was drinking your blood just now..." Murong Feixue said this, and felt a blush and heartbeat again. Although it was not the kind of emotion created by a obsessed fan, it was still a bit unspeakable.
But after the second sentence, Long Ming understood: "You mean, my blood can detoxify? But my wound is in my mouth, and I have drank a lot, but it still has no effect..."
Hearing this, Murong Feixue thought for a while and said suddenly: "I want the other party's blood!"
After saying this, Murong Feixue stretched out her hand in front of Long Ming without saying a word, spread out her bloody palm, and said very generously: "I didn't want to bite my tongue, I just broke my palm! It's all blood anyway, you
Don’t waste it...it’s important to detoxify quickly.”
Hearing Murong Feixue's words, he was obviously serious, but the thought of holding a woman's palm and chewing it made him feel uncontrollable. Long Ming was confused and stared at Murong Feixue's palm for a while.
The white and pink palms were already crisscrossed with dozens of bloodstains. Each one pierced the skin deeply. This was true for both palms...
"I can't blame you for wanting to castrate me. You were so cruel to me. You didn't even mention killing me, so you have done your best." Long Ming laughed at himself, with a look of infinite pity and distress in his eyes.
When Murong Feixue was unprepared, he really raised his hands and gently pinched Murong Feixue's two catkins. His handsome face leaned down and he stretched out his wet and bloody tongue. He gently and slowly
Slowly sweeping over every wound. Like a wounded animal, licking the wound with tenderness and delicacy. Taking care of it in every possible way...
The itchy feeling came from the wound. It was no longer a matter of lust, but a matter of the ticklish palms of her hands. Then, she heard Murong Feixue giggling while trying her best to take her palms back.
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But the more she behaved like this, the more Long Ming began to tease her. He didn't care about detoxification for a while, and just kept lingering in Murong Feixue's palm. Feeling the blood with a hint of fishy sweetness, it was like
It flowed into his throat like a sweet spring. Although the clamoring desire deep in his body had subsided, it brought back another strange feeling. The smoothness that blended into the bones and blood made people more and more fascinated.
"Hey, hey, hey! You're not a half-orc, why don't you still want to live by sucking blood? That's enough..." Murong Fei's eyebrows were tangled, and he shouted with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
Long Ming slowly raised his head, his cold thin lips stained with bright red blood, as attractive as cherries. He raised his lips, and the corners of his lips slightly raised in a smile. He said seductively: "You are so sweet, how can I
Can you? How about I continue to drink my blood for you and make it up to you?"
Hearing this, Murong Feixue's little face suddenly turned red again, and she cursed angrily: "You are a shameless guy, it doesn't matter whether you fall in love with a fan or not, my blood is really wasted!
Let me go quickly, or I'll be rude to you!"
While she was talking, Murong Feixue didn't give Long Ming any time to let go. She just did what she said. She raised her foot to kick Long Ming's lower body.
