She is lonely

Chapter 97 Gu Cen, You Are Too Sticky 71
Every finger of hers was slowly grasping the rope that bound her, and if she pulled it hard, the back of her hand would bounce back and hit the back of the couch, making a dull sound.

Gu Cen looked into the eyes of the man above her head in pain and gloom. Her throat was sore, and she was twitching under the oppression of his spiritual breath. She couldn't even make her usual disguised voice. It was squeezed out with blood, "His Royal Highness, if you dare to gouge out my blood and feed it to your lover, I will definitely kill her when I turn around!"

Gu Cen was indeed forced to submit to him, and she could only submit to him, so she could only agree to whatever he wanted to bleed for him.

But this does not mean that Gu Cen can treat everyone like this.

It doesn't mean that he can make her treat everyone like this.

Jiang Lisong why.

Why did she drink her own blood?

Hearing her words, Lin Bianhan looked up at her and paused for a while.

He felt that Gu Cen was about to cry.

Lin Bianhan frowned, and had no choice but to stretch out his hand to remove her clothes, reach into the back of her neck, and gently rubbed her Indian body in a comforting manner. After a while, he said lightly: "Gu Cen, Jiang Lisong is not Gu's lover, and "he glanced at her rather coldly, and said in an unhappy voice, "don't talk to Gu in such a tone."

Gu Cen was rubbed on the back of his neck by him, Yin Ti instinctively wanted to cling to him, but she wished she could push him away.

Instinct and reason cannot coexist.

But in the end, when he stretched out the dagger, his eyes were completely defeated.

Lin Bianhan pinched her fingers that were twitching restlessly and dripping with cold sweat, and calmly opened them one by one. The cold and sharp blade slowly cut through her palm.

He looked like a noble and elegant gentleman, the knife in his hand was as cold and calm as if he was just cutting a fine work of art.

The blood dripped quietly along the veins in her palm, and dripped into the bowl.

Gu Cen pinched the back of his hand tightly with her fingers, pinching him out a few bloodstains, and then, her eyes were bloodshot, and her nose trembled violently, and she made a voice that was almost crying, "Your Highness, it hurts... I hurt... ..."

Lin Bianhan was still plucking out her hand painstaking care unhurriedly, with such a calm and low voice, it sounded as if he was trying to comfort her, he said: "Gu Cen, this is just a small injury to you. .”

No.

Gu Cen really hurts.

Gu Cen's breathing became more and more difficult, and she almost couldn't swallow it. It seemed that a sour juice kept coming up, and she was so sick that she almost fainted.

And Lin Bianhan also watched Gu Cen's face gradually turn pale, and then realized that he hadn't taken back his spiritual breath. He immediately put away the half bowl of blood dripping, and let Gu Cen get scratched by him again. Bandaged the palms of his hands.

Then, he bent down, reached out to support the back of Gu Cen's head, and kissed her lips as if rewarding her.

Only then did he move away from the back of her neck a little, turned his head back, touched her lips, and coaxed in a low and mellow voice, "Cen'er, be good."

With that tone, it seemed that Gu Cen himself was ignorant, but he forgave her ignorance and only asked her to be a little more behaved.
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