The man's hot palm fell on Feng Jiuer's shoulder, and she immediately flinched slightly as if she had been burned.
Di Wuya didn't speak, he just lowered his head and let his thin lips fall on her shoulder.
Feng Jiuer bit her lower lip tightly. The revenge she received for being insulted today will be repaid to him tenfold in the future!
If he dares to really ruin her innocence, she will never let him go!
Even if he is a legendary lord with supreme mysterious power, even the entire martial arts world is afraid of him!
However, after Di Wuya pressed down on her, he did not move her body.
He just looked at the wound on her back shoulder and didn't know what he was thinking.
Feng Jiuer knew that there was a tooth mark on her back shoulder, which was left by the Ninth Prince last night.
At that time, the Ninth Prince was drugged and was unconscious, so he actually sucked her blood!
Until now, Feng Jiuer still doesn't know whether her blood can really help the Ninth Prince detoxify, or whether he is just confused by the properties of the medicine and doesn't even know what he is doing.
"You..." Sensing that he was looking at her back shoulder, Feng Jiuer bit her lip and suddenly said: "I am no longer innocent, this body of mine..."
After a pause, her face still couldn't help but blush, but she still pretended not to care and said: "It's not my first time anyway, you can have it if you want, I don't mind."
Men in ancient times should have been very concerned about a woman's innocence. If he knew that his body had been taken by another man, would he immediately become disgusted with her?
At this moment, Feng Jiuer didn't care about reputation, she just wanted him to hate her so that she could keep her innocence.
Unexpectedly, Di Wuya actually smiled indifferently and scratched the wound on her shoulder with his long finger: "Okay, I don't mind either."
"You..." There was a sudden pain in the back of her shoulder. Feng Jiuer took a deep breath and opened her eyes wide.
He actually... made a small wound on her shoulder with his long finger, lowered his head, and sucked... her blood?
He did it very lightly, and Feng Jiuer didn't feel much pain, but sucking blood, what kind of nonsense is this?
What's so special about the blood on Feng Jiu'er's body that even she doesn't know?
The Ninth Prince sucked her blood last night, and tonight, this strange Lord wants it too?
"Does it hurt?" After an unknown amount of time, Di Wuya's thin lips moved away from her shoulder, and his long fingers gently scratched the small wound.
He actually didn't plan to look for her tonight. He sucked her blood last night and the poison was temporarily suppressed. There was no need for him tonight.
However, while walking in the night, she came to Feng Mansion inexplicably, and what she didn't expect was that she actually saw her being held hostage.
God willing!
The aura of her body can calm the poison in his body, and her blood can help calm his aura that surges from time to time.
In short, Feng Jiuer meant so much to him, so much that he suddenly wanted to keep her by his side.
Feng Jiuer bit her lip and didn't answer, just snorted coldly.
After sucking her blood and then asking her if it hurts, it's just a cat crying and a mouse pretending to be compassionate!
On the back shoulder, a cool breath suddenly came.
She fluttered her long eyelashes, knowing that he was applying medicine to her, she couldn't help but snorted: "False benevolence and righteousness!"
Di Wuya said nothing, dropped the medicine jar, and lay down next to her.
Feng Jiu'er was about to get up, but unexpectedly, he stretched out his arms and hugged her over.
Her center of gravity was unsteady and she crashed into his arms with a snap.
His naked body was suddenly hit with pain by his chest, which was as hard as a copper wall...
