When Di Qianjue said the last two words, he looked at Ling Xuewei with particularly passionate eyes.
Ling Xuewei looked at him blankly, and suddenly, a restless air surged out of her chest.
She suppressed this inexplicable feeling, but unexpectedly choked herself and coughed repeatedly.
At the tip of his nose, there was a faint smell of blood.
There is still a faint smell...
That fragrance came from Di Qianjue's body.
Suddenly, Ling Xuewei felt thirsty in her throat, and the scene in front of her eyes began to spin... She felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained out in an instant, and she was holding on to her arms to prevent herself from falling...
What's going on?
What's wrong with her?
Could it be that bloody smell?
"You...get out!"
Ling Xuewei clutched her heart and gasped violently, her heart beating faster and faster, as if it was about to jump out of her throat.
She realized that something was wrong with her situation at the moment. At this moment, the person on the soft couch suddenly smiled, "The people in Magpie Nest Jiuzhan have become more confident."
"Get out! Get out of here!!"
Ling Xuewei swung the porcelain aside, and the crisp sound of breaking resounded in the room. The fine white porcelain bottle shattered on the floor.
But Di Qianjue remained unmoved.
"So anxious? What happened all of a sudden? What's wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me? Why don't I show you..."
"It's you...right? What did you do..."
At this time, Ling Xuewei had collapsed on the couch, unconscious.
Her whole body felt like she was in flames, her throat was as thirsty as a dehydrated fish, and she couldn't breathe.
There is a faint longing for something in the body.
"Water, water..."
Ling Xuewei wanted to get up in a daze, feeling that her whole body was on fire, and her thirsty throat urgently needed the moisture of water...
She got out of bed and staggered to the table. It was only a few steps, but she walked with great difficulty.
She finally came to the table, and with a bang, the cup on the table was accidentally swept away and shattered. She could only go to get another one, but her eyes became increasingly blurry, and she could hardly see the scene in front of her clearly...
In a hurry, Ling Xuewei directly picked up the kettle and poured it into her mouth. The cool water poured into her throat, slightly easing her thirst, and she became more conscious...
Seeing the mess in front of her, she shook her head, trying to get rid of the dizziness.
At this time, she smelled the smell of blood in the air again, and the thirst that had been suppressed once again came over her like a mountain!
More intense than before!
Ling Xuewei desperately poured water into her mouth, but the cold water could not relieve this desire, but made it burn more and more...
What's wrong with her?
Ling Xuewei vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but her chaotic mind did not allow her to think deeply about it.
At this time, a wall of people suddenly appeared in front of her. She raised her eyes, and Di Qianjue walked up to her without knowing when.
Being so close, the smell of him went straight to the tip of Ling Xuewei's nose, and her thirst became more intense for a while!
"Get out...don't come close to me...get out!" Ling Xuewei reached out to push Emperor Qianjue away, but she missed.
"What are you suppressing?"
The hoarse voice echoed in her ears, because Di Qianjue was approaching, and the strange fragrance completely surrounded her!
boom!
Ling Xuewei's face was stained with crimson, and her whole body seemed to be in flames! She had no sense at all!
"Don't suppress yourself."
"Xuexue, what... do you want now?"
The man's voice was like the whisper of a devil, tempting her.
Want...what?
She wants...
At this time, Di Qianjue's fingertips pierced his neck covered with veins, and a stream of blood slipped down.
A smell of blood that was stronger than before hit!
She stared blankly at the trace of blood, her pupils shrank, and her throat slid uncontrollably!
Blood!
She wants...blood!
Ling Xuewei rushed forward like a madman, fresh blood entering her throat!
Di Qianjue took two steps back, hugged her slender body, felt the hot breath on her neck, the unique fragrance of the woman, her touch, temperature, breathing...
Everything made him tremble uncontrollably.
Gudonggudong.
Ling Xuewei swallowed big mouthfuls of blood, like a person who has been thirsty for a long time while walking in the desert and finally encountered an oasis. She could only drink big mouthfuls of blood according to her instincts.
And as the blood poured into her body, the anxiety in her body was miraculously calmed down.
The longing that she couldn't suppress also subsided.
…
After a moment, Di Qianjue carried the unconscious Ling Xuewei to the bed.
At this moment, her originally pale face became a little more colorful.
Even though she was unconscious, her brows were still furrowed. Di Qianjue stretched out his hand and brushed her face, "Only at this moment are you so good... Why do you always make me angry?"
She was poisoned by the Ghost King, and the only thing that could cure her was his blood.
She is very tolerant. Six days have passed since the day she was unconscious and fed blood, and she has been suppressing the longing deep in her body.
Normally, she would need to drink blood in two days to suppress her restlessness, but this desire was suppressed too deeply, and when it burst out, she would lose her sanity!
This was her first relapse, and when she woke up, she would not remember anything before the coma.
That's good.
His blood is both an antidote and a poison.
He deliberately made her addicted, how could she escape?
"In this way, you will be shackled by me. You will never leave me for the rest of your life."
Di Qianjue's silver-grey eyes flashed with a lustful light, his crazy stubbornness and charm, just like the coquettish and bloodthirsty ogre flower in the desert.
He held her wrist and turned it over. The iris pattern on the wrist became even brighter red.
Weird, charming.
It's like coming back to life.
A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but lean down and press his lips to her wrist.
With a piety and caution that even he himself was not aware of.
That moment of tenderness confused someone's eyes.
But it only took a moment and disappeared.
Unexpectedly, in the end he had to rely on such despicable means to keep her.
But, so what?
He played with her white and tender fingers. Each of her fingers was extremely long and had distinct joints, but they were just right, a little too hard and a little too soft.
Let him put it down.
She doesn't like women's hair, so her nails are pink and white, which is his favorite look.
"What can I gain by just looking at you like that? Just being remembered by you occasionally? Or a fleeting painful memory? What's the point of that?"
He remembered the last time he and Ling Xuewei met when he was still the former Di Qianjue.
She was always so cold and decisive, rejecting him thousands of miles away. But in front of that man, she smiled so brightly.
He hates her coldness and cruelty!
So what if he says he is unscrupulous? He, Di Qianjue, is such a person! As long as he can get what he wants, he will not hesitate to pay any price!
"Even if I make you hate me, it's better than your ignoring me."
