When the full-level boss picks up the zero-level petite bag

Chapter 62 Mr., your taste is so sweet (10)

"Whatever you do, sir, is right." Nan Xing shook his head and said with certainty.

"Little blood clan, I don't know much, but there will be a lot of good things."

I don't know if it made him happy, but the corners of Jing Mo's lips rose slightly, and there seemed to be a hint of emotion in his indifferent eyes.

"Sir, can you feel the heat? I... I heard that your blood is cold, you can't feel the warmth." Nan Xing asked the doubts in his heart.

If you can't feel the warmth, why do you need to soak in the blood pool?
The blood pool was very hot, and her face was hot.

"I can feel it, it's just ordinary heat, and it has no effect on my blood." Jing Mo looked at her blushing little face, the round blush, like a mouthful of delicious food.

He raised his hand and squeezed it, which seemed to be a delicacy indeed.

"Since I don't feel it, why do you want to soak it, sir?" Nan Xing obediently asked him to pinch his cheek.

"Because..." He got closer, supported the edge with one hand, and embraced her slender waist with the other, breathing slowly, "Because of irritation."

There was a flash of red light in the dark eyes, and his expression seemed to be instantly excited.

Nan Xing put his hands on his chest and listened to what he said with a stunned gaze.

The temperature of the water rose, and it gradually became unbearable. The expression on Jing Mo's face changed from cold to comfortable, and he said with a low voice with a smile: "Do you feel it? This is the temperature that can make my blood boil for a short time."

Very exciting.

The blood race is naturally cold, and even the blood stagnant in the bones reveals the temperature that has been frozen for ten thousand years.So they look for excitement, like now.

The Duke is comfortable, but Nan Xing can't take it anymore. It's too hot, and he feels like he's going to be boiled by this water.

She put her hand on Jing Mo's arm, breathing quickly, "Sir, Nan Xing is a little hot."

"It's very comfortable, right?" Jing Mo didn't realize that something was wrong, but became more and more excited, and the hand around her waist gradually tightened.

Nan Xing pursed his lips, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably.

[System: Host!Host!alarm!alarm! 】

[System: Host, Miss Nan Xing will be steamed by you! 】

Hearing this, Jing Mo lowered the temperature around her and looked down at Nan Xing, who was blushing and her ears were hot. She had already fainted.

"Useless little human." He said with some disgust.

Putting the person on the other side and soaking in a suitable water temperature, he closed his eyes and enjoyed it comfortably.

"Sir." Seeing Jingmo walking out of the cave with the wet Nanxing in his arms, the maid hurried up.

"Change her clothes and deliver it later."

"Yes."

When night fell, Nan Xing, who had fallen asleep, did not wake up, but instead had nightmares.

She was sweating all over her body, and she waved her hands in the air, as if trying to grab something.

"Sir, Miss Nanxing seems to have a fever."

"Will it die?" Jingmo asked bluntly.

"No, but Miss Nanxing will be very uncomfortable. There are no human doctors in the castle, and there is nothing we can do."

The blood race will not get sick, but will only be injured or killed because of bloodthirsty, so even if there is a doctor, it will not be cured.

"I see, let's go."

Glancing at Nan Xing, Jing Mo was lying on the other side of the bed calmly.

As long as he doesn't die, he doesn't need to worry about it.

"Mom...Mom..." The petite man muttered to himself, haunted by nightmares, and his body moved restlessly.

　Today is still the indifferent Mr.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)