"Yes, yes, if my scar heals, I will definitely be a beautiful girl, more beautiful than the Nine Emperors Uncle...forget it, more beautiful than others."
It’s better not to compete with Uncle Nine Emperors. It’s so annoying to compare people with each other. Even gods and gods can’t compare with Uncle Nine Emperors!
"Well," Feng Jiu'er felt a little uncomfortable and pushed his wrist gently, "Uncle Nine Emperors, can you let me go first?"
It felt weird to hold her chin like this.
Zhan Qingcheng finally let go of her and leaned against the bed: "Take it off and come up."
Feng Jiuer's heart suddenly started to ring with alarm, why did she still have to take it off?
She stretched her fingers in front of him again, this time, almost close to his beautiful lips.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, just bite it, I can bear it."
"Are you sure?" Zhan Qingcheng didn't know why he suddenly became so talkative. He pulled her finger and brought it to his lips.
He opened his mouth and took a bite.
"Ah!" Feng Jiuer seemed to be on the other side of the conditional launch. She immediately retracted her fingers and waved them away for a long time: "It hurts!"
Bite so hard, it hurts!
"Afraid of pain, why don't you come up?" There was a glint in the man's eyes that looked like a smile but not a smile.
Feng Jiuer looked aggrieved and unwilling: "You did it on purpose!"
"Yeah." He was generous and didn't deny it at all.
The pain in her fingers returned to her heart, and Feng Jiuer's eyes were so painful that there were a little tears: "Uncle Nine Emperors, don't you just want to suck a little blood from me? Just suck blood, why do you have to... take off your clothes every time?"
It would make sense if he really liked her, but the way Uncle Nine Emperors looked at her clearly showed no trace of a man's impulse toward a woman.
If that's the case, why do you still bully others?
"I am happy." Do you need a reason?
"Is it great that Uncle Nine Emperors is happy?"
"Yes." No doubt!
Feng Jiuer really wanted to slap him on the forehead, but she didn't have the courage.
After beating the Nine Emperors Uncle, he probably had to leave the Nine Princes' Mansion sideways - he was carried out.
However, she was unwilling to listen to him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, how about if I cut my finger and you don't bite me, you can just suck the blood?"
I am already very wronged. In order to detoxify the chronic poison in his body, I have to sacrifice my own blood. Isn't it pitiful?
Zhan Qingcheng seemed to have lost his patience. With a wave of his long sleeve, Feng Jiuer lay down next to him with a thud as if someone had tapped her acupoints.
He reached out to untie her clothes...
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I'm just sucking blood. Is it necessary to take off my clothes... my clothes?"
Her arms and legs were weak and she didn't even have the strength to get up.
But this question has been in my mind for a long time! "Don't... Uncle Nine Emperors, you did it on purpose!"
"Yeah." The second time he said he did it on purpose, it was also the second time he admitted it frankly.
None of the tricks worked, and Feng Jiuer was going crazy: "Uncle Nine Emperors, you... you are just a pervert!"
Pervert? This word is a bit new.
Zhan Qingcheng pondered for a moment and finally nodded: "My king, it should be so."
With a wave of his big hand, there was only a tearing sound, and a fine silk dress was cut into two by him.
Feng Jiuer clenched her fists tightly, unable to resist.
The man leaned closer, pressed on her back, and landed on her shoulder with his thin lips.
There was a sharp pain in her shoulder, and she was so aggrieved that she flattened her mouth and almost cried.
When she masters martial arts and becomes more powerful than the Nine Emperors, she will definitely strip him naked, lie on him, bite him, bite him!
