Chapter 120 Qingqing, you are fierce to me

   The bite marks on Jiang Ci's neck probably don't look like they were scratched by a cat.

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  Why does the current host look so much like a scum girl after eating and wiping herself off?

  The sun fell on the young man's delicate face, and his eyelashes made silhouettes.

  He seemed very tired and fast asleep.

   But his arms tightly wrapped around Cen Qing's waist without leaving a single gap.

   It's like holding the most precious treasure in the world.

  Cen Qing blinked, feeling that this posture was quite dangerous.

   If you don’t run now, when will you wait!

  Just as she put her hand on his wrist, Jiang Ci's eyelashes moved slightly, like fluttering butterflies.

   "Qingqing, stop making trouble, okay?"

   As he spoke, he even increased the strength of his arm.

  Bringing the two of them so close that Cen Qing's nose almost touched his chest.

   "Jiang Ci, let go!"

  Since everyone is awake, Cen Qing doesn't want to play tricks on him.

   Hugged and cuddled, anyway, she just treated him like a cub.

   As for other feelings, that's not important!

   "I don't care, do you want to kick him away when you run out of Qingqing?"

  The boy's voice was soft and waxy, mixed with deep grievances.

   There is even the nasal sound of waking up in the morning.

   Hearing this, Cen Qing got goosebumps.

   Terrible!

   "Don't make up your own mind next time, let go first, and I will help you find medicine."

  Looking at the wound on his neck, Cen Qing's eyes moved slightly, and the roots of his ears were a little red.

   Don't say it, she does recall some small details now.

  For example, how did I press the person against the wall, and the feeling of blood sliding down the throat.

  With a tingling sensation.

  However, after waking up, she did feel refreshed.

   Even the mental strength has recovered.

  Inexplicably reminded her of the demon girl who harvests yang and mends yin in the world of cultivating immortals...

  System: Channeling frequency.

  But before Cen Qing could make a move, she fell into a hot embrace again.

   "I don't want it, this wound just lets it exist."

   Not only will he not be able to take medicine, but he will try his best to make the wound last longer.

   In this way, Qingqing will feel more guilty towards him.

   And this sense of guilt will make her fall into the trap set by him step by step.

   can no longer escape...

   "It will be inflamed, are you obedient?"

   Looking at the person who buried himself in the quilt, Cen Qing felt as if he was coaxing a child in the top class of the kindergarten.

  I always feel that the two of them have reversed the script.

  What is this inexplicable sense of shyness? Hey!

   "Qingqing, you are killing me."

  Jiang Ci pulled back a corner of the quilt, revealing a small head, the grievance in his black eyes was about to overflow his eye sockets.

  Obviously last night, he was pulling someone to call her baby.

  As a result, when I woke up in the morning, I started to deny people before I lifted my pants.

   Hey, the **** abandonment ecstasy.

  Cen Qing: …

  He acted quite realistically in this play.

  Those who didn’t know thought that there was really something going on between them.

   "I'm going to kill you? It's not bad if I didn't hit you!"

  On how to discipline bear children?

  Answer, just give me a good beating.

   "Qingqing, you are so fierce."

   "But it's okay, I like it."

  Smiling again, Jiang Ci rested his head on her shoulder, with a look of dependence on his face.

  But it reminded Cen Qing of that vague memory in the chaos of consciousness.

   Staring at the scabbed wound, Cen Qing swallowed.

   There was a sweet smell of blood in her mouth even now.

   "Why did you give me your blood to drink?"

  Even if she drank the blood of animals, she wouldn't feel so guilty.

  Especially when meeting his eyes, she will become even more at a loss.

  As if as long as he opened his mouth, she would agree to any request.

   "Only my blood fits into clear mouths."

  The rest are all unworthy!

   And most importantly, once she drank the blood he handed over, she would become addicted.

   Until I can no longer leave her.

   Unless she no longer uses any mental power.

   But obviously, this is not possible.

   "I don't believe there is no substitute for blood."

  As long as she is given enough time, she will find the crux and prescribe the right medicine.

  If Jiang Ci's blood is needed every time the mental power is exhausted too much.

  So if one day he is not by his side, wouldn't he just sit and wait for his ascension to heaven?

   Moreover, Cen Qing could feel that his blood had a fatal temptation for her.

   "But the truth is, there really isn't."

  Jiang Ci gently moved her broken hair to her ear, and her tone was unbelievably gentle.

  But the possessiveness and satisfaction in the black eyes surged from the bottom of the eyes.

  Since there is no solution, it is better to accept it.

  Qingqing, this is the best result for you and me.

  We are the most suitable existence for each other.

  Gripping his wrist, Cen Qing sat up, looked down at him, and asked word by word,

   "Who the **** are you?"

   She wanted to ask this question last night, but unfortunately her mind was still not clear.

   Now that she has recovered, it's time for the teacher to question her.

  But Jiang Ci didn't panic at all, and even adjusted a more comfortable posture, chuckled and said,

   "Qingqing can continue to treat me as the former Jiang Ci."

  Although she was a little jealous, she thought that the person who was by her side was herself.

   It is not so responsive.

  But Cen Qing quickly found a loophole because of his words.

   "That is to say, patient No. 1 of Arkham Mental Hospital, Jiang Ci, died in Jinjiang City, right?"

  Although he has complaints against her, he will still come to her as soon as possible when she is in danger.

  Even if he knew it was a trap of the Q Group, he would not hesitate.

   Even, until the end of his life, he died protecting her...

   Staring at his black eyes, Cen Qing lost his mind for a moment.

  Because, although these two people have the same appearance, their eyes are different.

  The strength of Jiang Ci in front of him is far beyond Cen Qing's imagination.

   "Qingqing can also be understood in this way, but his existence is originally for you."

  He spoke as naturally as he was talking about the weather.

   There was no sadness or guilt that sent shivers down her spine.

   "For me? To die for me?"

   Cen Qing's fingertips were trembling, and his memories were once again plunged into the **** day.

  Her palms were completely covered in blood, and even the air smelled of blood.

  I can’t wash it clean no matter how I wash it…

   Even when she dreams back at midnight, she can always fall into a nightmare and cannot extricate herself.

   It was like falling under some kind of spell.

   There was a warm touch on his cheek, and Cen Qing came back to his senses, only to find that tears were streaming down his face.

  She had a premonition that Jiang Ci would not survive, but when she actually heard the news.

   Still feel heartache unbearable.

  (end of this chapter)