The little female is incredibly sweet and soft, healing the five evil beasts right from the start.

Chapter 15 Sticky
The room was dimly lit, the body temperature was burning hot, and the sweat was sticky.

Jiang Mian's struggles seemed to make the orc on top of her even more uncomfortable. The orc pressed down on Jiang Mian's hands even harder, and then forcefully intertwined their fingers and pressed them against the cold ground.

A burning kiss lightly brushed across my neck, like the sensation of being licked by the burning tip of a damp match.

"You touched mine first..." Zhao Ci's voice was low and hoarse, his mind hazy, as if he were half-awake and half-drunk. His heavy eyelids seemed to be dragged down by sweat, making it difficult to keep them half-open and difficult to close them due to his lust.

His voice still seemed to carry a hint of grievance.

She took the initiative first, so he agreed. Why did she struggle?

During his manic phase, the emperor's mind was clouded; even this question was a jumbled mess, making it difficult to find the right approach.

Jiang Mian also realized that she couldn't break free from the suppression of an adult beastman at all, and the more she struggled, the more she would be suppressed and unable to move.

She had no choice but to relax herself and the orc, and then suddenly push him away.

The orc seemed to notice her quietness, and the force restraining her gradually lessened. His warm, moist lips slowly moved along Jiang Mian's slender neck to her jawline and then to her lips, bringing a tingling, electric sensation with each gentle kiss.

Jiang Mian felt a chill run down his spine.

As Jiang Mian was about to kiss her lips, his hot breath grew even hotter, and he suddenly pushed her away!

With a roll over, just as one foot was getting up and before it was fully upright, the other ankle was grabbed by a large, hot, and wet hand and pulled back forcefully.

The next second, Jiang Mian couldn't get up and his knees slammed heavily to the ground.

The glittery, sweet, aphrodisiac scent left her feeling completely weak.

Jiang Mian felt as if he were in a horror sci-fi movie, with a monster grabbing the protagonist's ankle and dragging him into an abyss.

Jiang Mian felt like this: he couldn't escape, the orc grabbed his ankle and pulled him back, and he was once again pinned down by the orc.

Her act of fleeing seemed to have angered the butterfly beastman.

The butterfly beastman suddenly lowered its head and bit her neck, a stinging pain shooting through her skin.

Jiang Mian's eyes reddened slightly due to the pain in her neck, and she almost cried out in pain. At the same time, she uncontrollably slapped the butterfly beastman across the face, her palm going numb.

Her throat was dry, and she spoke with suppressed anger, "Wake up!"

The butterfly beastman paused, his movements extremely slow and he seemed dazed, yet he still sensed that she was angry. Then, almost instinctively, he gently licked the blood that had seeped from her neck, as if trying to appease her, as if stroking her wound.

The next second, the butterfly beastman's body slumped slightly, mechanically trying to turn his head to look at the person who had suddenly appeared beside him, but before he could see, everything went black.

Jiang Mian opened his eyes and saw a figure squatting down next to the butterfly beastman. The figure held a transparent syringe in his slender hand and was sticking it into the butterfly beastman's neck. Just as the butterfly beastman was about to fall unconscious, the figure reached out and grabbed the butterfly beastman by the back of his collar and casually threw him to the side.

"Mianmian, why do you look so disheveled?" Rong Fei squatted down, looking down at Jiang Mian with a condescending and superior air, his gentle and calm voice coming through.

Jiang Mian wiped her face and got up from the ground. After she stood up, Rong Fei also got up with her.

"Thanks." Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes still a little red from the pain, her brows still slightly furrowed. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the butterfly beastman lying on the ground beside her, and after a moment of silence, she looked at Rong Fei and asked, "Is he alright?"

Just now, Rong Fei injected Zhao Ci with something.

Rong Fei did not answer her immediately, but instead looked at Jiang Mian with his silver eyes scrutinizing her.

The girl was unusually disheveled; her clothes were messy and wrinkled, as if they had been ravaged. There were obvious teeth marks on her fair neck, with tiny beads of blood seeping out, which looked particularly beautiful against her snow-white skin.

The area around her dark eyes was slightly red, as if she were angry or in pain; even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was slightly red.

"Mianmian, don't you like butterfly beastmen the most?" Rong Fei's gaze was fixed on her face, and he slowly reached out to touch her face.

Jiang Mian paused, wanting to dodge, but the other person simply used their fingertips to tuck a stray strand of hair that fell beside her face behind her head, and said softly and slowly, "Why not seize such a good opportunity today?"

Upon hearing this, her lips twitched. Could she say that the original owner wanted to sleep with Zhao Ci, rather than that Jiang Mian wanted to sleep with Zhao Ci?
She can't tell.

The idea of ​​time travel is just too outrageous.
"I used to want to sleep with him, but now I don't really want to anymore." Jiang Mian lied slightly, glancing up at Rong Fei before her gaze fell on the syringe he was holding in his other hand. "Is he alright?"

"Mianmian, he's just asleep." Rong Fei chuckled. "Why are you so concerned about him?"

His fingers remained on the strands of hair behind her ear, gently combing them. His gaze lingered for a moment on the small mole on her earlobe, his fingertips inadvertently brushing over the mole before slowly withdrawing his hand.

Jiang Mian felt a cool sensation brush against her earlobe, and then realized that the other person's actions just now were a bit strange.

Her hair was damp, whether from her own sweat or Zhao Ci's, clinging to her face, and the person in front of her, who was obsessed with cleanliness, actually reached out to comb her hair.

A person with severe mysophobia, whose hands were red from washing them so much, actually combed her sweat-soaked hair.

I hadn't noticed it before, mainly because the person in front of me was moving too naturally.

Jiang Mian didn't react at first, and now she just felt that he might have been a bit disrespectful.

In the era when humans domesticated beastmen, he was merely a beast slave.

This action is a bit out of line.

However, she said she wanted to get along well with them and ask them to treat her well, so it seems reasonable that they just helped her comb her hair.

Jiang Mian, a pure human who has never been in a relationship and has been raised in captivity, still didn't think that much about it.

"I'm going back now." Jiang Mian felt unwell all over. "Since you know medicine, why don't you take a look at Zhao Ci?"

As she spoke, she walked towards the door. Perhaps due to the concussion she had just suffered, her steps faltered, and she nearly fell. She quickly grabbed the door beside her to steady herself, and a hand also grasped her arm.

"Mianmian, let me help you back." Rong Fei asked, but his movements were already at Jiang Mian's side. He put his arm around her waist and led her outside.

Jiang Mian inexplicably followed him out.

(End of this chapter)