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

Chapter 63 Mr., your taste is so sweet (11)

Her moving hands and feet kicked Jingmo several times, and it seemed that she was going to get even worse.

Gradually, gradually, Jing Mo couldn't sleep.

After kicking him, he came over and pulled him again, and Jingmo's only patience was exhausted.

When the other party brought his body over again, he decisively wrapped his strong arms around the other party, and said very unhappily, "You disturbed my rest, little human."

"Uncomfortable, woo woo..." The man in his arms cried aggrievedly.

The fair little face is cute and delicate, and the Duke is angry, but looking at her, it seems that he is not so angry anymore.

The little blood clan looks better than the women in other castles.

[What can I do to make her quiet? 】

Jing Mo was forced to do so, so he had to ask the system.

[System: This is not the time for online answering, it is recommended that the host leave a message. 】

【…】

"Sir... woo..."

"Why are you crying?" Jing Mo frowned.

"Uncomfortable." Nan Xing whimpered.

Jingmo has a big head.

"gentlemen……"

"Speak!" Jing Mo became irritable.

"Sir, it smells so good."

"What's so fragrant?" If he can make her quiet, let alone a little fragrant, he can kill someone.

"Sir..." Nan Xing raised his head slightly, the tip of his nose sniffing at his neck.

In terms of human structure, there are large arteries, which can be fatal in one blow.

"Sir..." the soft and delicate voice shouted again.

Jing Mo looked at her indifferently.

I've never seen such a small blood clan, and I can't sleep well.

"The taste... so sweet." Following the taste, Nan Xing slowly opened his mouth.

Under the dim night light, Jing Mo saw her hidden fangs, which were not very long, but unlike humans, they were truly the teeth of the blood race.

It's just that the two small fangs that just emerged, even stared at his neck.

"What to shout, what is so sweet?" Jing Mo raised his hand and pressed her forehead, rather impatient.

Nan Xing stretched out his hands, leaned over in an instant, followed the tempting smell, opened his mouth and bit down.

"Uh... um..." Jing Mo couldn't help but snorted.

The blood gushed out slowly along her teeth, and Nan Xing hugged the person in front of him even harder, absorbing it as if he was obsessed.

She bit his neck uncontrollably, and stopped babbling, replaced by a contented sigh.

Jing Mo was stunned for a moment, realizing that he was threatened, and raised his hand to pull the person away.

[System: Host!Host!In this way, Miss Nanxing will not disturb you to rest! 】

Jing Mo's eyes turned cold, [This is not the reason why you went offline and ran out. 】

Although annoyed and unhappy, in order to keep her quiet, Jingmo adopted the system's argument and patiently let her suck blood for a while.

"The taste is so sweet." Nan Xing withdrew his red lips and licked his wound slowly with the tip of his tongue, with a satisfied look on his face.

Feeling the wound healing slowly, Jing Mo was silent for a moment.

This is the ability of the blood clan, and it is also the best way to destroy evidence.

The room was immersed for a long time, and there was a low sigh, accompanied by a soft slap, "Go to sleep."

It was still a sunny morning, the green trees outside the castle were shady, and there seemed to be butterflies and honey dancing in the garden. Nan Xing sat on a makeshift swing, holding the swing rope with both hands, and his two calves slowly swayed. .

Today's husband is very strange. He always looks away when he sees her. The expression on his face is not as indifferent as yesterday, but with a complex emotion.

　Also, let me work hard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)