Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

The drops of blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, fainted on his slender neck, and then dropped on his white shirt, like red plum blossoms, but it looked so frightening.

It's not biting your tongue.

Xia Qingluo couldn't care about anything else. She quickly had to stretch out her hand and try to separate Yunqing's closed thin lips.

His lips are very beautiful, perhaps because his body is suffering. His lips have no blood color, so that the blood stains at the corners of his mouth are unexpectedly bright red.

When Xia Qingluo's hand touched Yunqing's thin lips, a thin itching feeling hit Xia Qingluo's heart along her fingertips, and she seemed stunned.

Slowly lowered his head a little. Yunqing made his body smell cold, and the more he came to his body, the clearer it became. The smell seemed to have an inexplicable attraction. When Xia Qingluo's lips were only a centimeter away from Yunqing's lips, after seeing the trembling curled and warped eyelashes.

Xia Qingluo woke up.

She pinched herself hard.

What is this?

Stealing incense?

pluck flowers!

Xia Qingluo shook her head fiercely. She must have been bewitched by something just now, otherwise, she wouldn't be like this.

So Xia Qingluo threw away the beautiful idea in her mind and took another look at Yun qingrang. Seeing such a beautiful man lying there quietly waiting for you to ravage, it is estimated that no girl can be rational.

Her reaction is also normal.

Xia Qingluo is very clever. After comforting herself, she quickly starts trying to separate Yun qingrang's lips to prevent him from biting herself.

He looked hot, but his skin was freezing.

Is this poisoning?

Xia Qingluo's men used their strength, but they couldn't break it at all.

She let go of her hand in vain. Looking at the cloud that was suffering as if her skin was about to burst, and looking at his wet clothes and black hair, her heart was a little complicated.

But what should I do to relieve his pain?

Xia Qingluo desperately thought, hot compress or cold compress?

It doesn't seem to work.

Suddenly there was a flash in her mind, and she remembered her tears.

Only she knows that if her tears drop on the wound, the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it drips into yunqingrang's mouth, it may alleviate his pain.

Although I'm not sure, it's not easy to cry.

So Xia Qingluo pinched her thigh. It didn't hurt. She had to use her strength ruthlessly. She bared her teeth and cracked her mouth in pain, but her eyes were still dry.

No tears.

Xia Qingluo bowed her head, stretched out her hand, and bit by bit broke Yunqing's fingers to hold her ankles.

Then she stood up and scratched her ears and cheeks, "how can she cry?"

In fact, Yunqing's consciousness exists, but his body can't control it for the time being. His willpower is used to restrain the pain that seems to burn everything.

He knew that Xia Qingluo came in, that she dared to touch her face secretly, and that she wanted to sneak away pretending she didn't see anything.

So, instinctively, he grabbed her ankle.

He didn't know why he wanted to catch her.

Then listen to her nonsense there. Gu left and right said that he didn't seem to see his abnormality.

When the great pain in his body hit, he even bit the tip of his tongue in order not to faint.