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

Chapter 91 Mr., your taste is so sweet (39)

Jing Mo gently hugged her and left the room.

"Nan Xing is very good." He took off her clothes and put her into the blood pool.

The skin is exposed, and the mist falls on the skin, which is a shudder.

Nan Xing, who was still a little confused and sleepy at first, woke up instantly.

When she raised her head, she saw a white light, the man's powerful arms, and the well-defined abdominal muscles.

In response, she lowered her head and turned around.

She is impolite.

The water was rippling, Jing Mo walked down, stretched out his hand and pulled the little blood clan over and put it in his arms.

"Awake? Why don't you say anything?" Jing Mo lowered his head, his icy chin resting on her smooth and delicate shoulders.

Nan Xing shrank his neck, his eyes flickered, "Sir, you can't just look at it."

"In the blood clan, there is no such rule." With him, there is no such rule.

Nan Xing hesitated and turned his head, boldly raised his head to look at him, the bright white skin really made people unable to take their eyes off, "What about Mr.'s wound?"

"Internal injury." Jing Mo stroked his chest and frowned slightly.

Nan Xing pursed his lips and looked at his smooth chest, feeling a little distressed, "Nan Xing can't be cured from internal injuries."

"So just stay with me." Wrapping the little blood clan in his arms, he slowly leaned against the pool wall beside him.

"But……"

"But what?" Jing Mo asked with his eyes closed.

"Don't you want to choose a partner tonight? Why do you want to soak in the blood pool here?" Nan Xing turned to look at him.

"Who told you that I want to choose a partner?" Jing Mo couldn't help laughing.

"Mom says it's a blood race tradition, doesn't it?"

The slightly curly black long hair floated on the surface of the water and slowly wrapped around Jing Mo's body. There was some harmony between black and white.

Jing Mo hooked his lips.

"Nan Xing, I'm not soaking in the blood pool alone, I'm with you, do you know what I mean?" He gently picked up her long hair with his big hands, and touched her eyes slowly with his fingers.

The curly and thick long eyelashes are fluttering, very smart and charming.

"Can you clarify a little more, sir?" The little blood clan showed a blank expression.

[Does she really understand or is it fake? 】

[System: Host, this cannot be said. 】

【…】

Jing Mo grinded his teeth, very good, System, Nan Xing, are you ganging up?
His strong arms hugged him tightly, his palms against her thighs, he turned around, let her lean on the stone beside him, and looked down at her eyes carefully.

"Sir?" Nan Xing pushed him weakly with both hands.

She felt as if her wings were about to grow.

"I don't understand? Huh?" Jing Mo turned his head sideways.

"First... sir... you wait..."

"Mister is not easy to lie, and I don't want to wait." He moved his fingers up slowly and held her little wings with ease.

Nan Xing trembled all over, and his cheeks became blushing because of the water in the blood pool.

"South Star."

"gentlemen?"

The wet hair was against his cheeks, making his face extremely petite, and the little guy looked a little pitiful.

"There is a more important ritual in the blood clan, do you want to know?" He didn't do anything, just hugged the little blood clan and slowly rubbed her wings with his fingers.

However, this small movement always made her tremble uncontrollably, and she could only grip Jing Mo's arm harder and harder.

"Yeah." Nan Xing didn't have the strength to ask him any questions, he just wanted to know when he could let go of his wings.

(End of this chapter)