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Fortunately, her ears are more sensitive, otherwise she wouldn't have been seen today?

Mu Chenguang also said that he was safe here, and now it seems that this is no more than that.

It's not as good as her own home.

"Don't worry, you're here for me." Mu Chenguang opened the gauze and looked at the wound that had been torn open again, his eyes were deep.

The old man's adopted sons still don't give up, they pretend to be brothers, friends and brothers on weekdays, and they can't wait for a moment when they leave the old man's eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be in a much better situation than mine." Seeing that he was not the target of the other party, Yan Bailing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and joked with a smile.

"Little without conscience." Mu Chenguang said hatefully, and suddenly leaned down slowly, imprinting his lips on the wound on her shoulder.

The warm tongue licked gently, and the slight tingling was accompanied by a crispy and numb electric sensation, which made Yan Bailing couldn't help but shudder.

"Why are you so unhygienic!" Yan Bailing pushed Mu Chenguang's head away with all his might.

The beast-like eyes caught her eyes off guard, startling her.

When she tried to see it again, she had reverted to her usual indifference and detachment, as if everything was just her illusion.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at Mu Chenguang with a condensed expression.

"You can't be suffering from porphyria, are you?"

It is a rare disease because the body's heme synthesis is impaired and it is necessary to absorb human blood to sustain life.

Often many times, people confuse such patients with vampires.

"You think too much, my body is very healthy." Mu Chenguang's tone was as light as the calm before the storm.

At the end, the pink tongue swept the blood on the lips into his mouth like a nostalgic one.

Dangerous and sexy.

Although the posture between the two was very ambiguous, Yan Bailing's attention was not on it at all.

Mu Chenguang is too obsessed with his own blood, normal human beings, even pica, can't be like this.

"Are you ......" Yan Bailing swallowed his saliva, and under his inquiring gaze, he finally gritted his teeth and asked his guess, "You can't be a vampire, right?" ”

Mu Chenguang was stunned, and then laughed.

The voice that was so hard to be hidden was low and hoarse, like a cello in the bass range, hopelessly captivating.

"Vampires? Little thing, your imagination is too rich. ”

Over the long years, how many people have slept and how much blood has been drunk by the race that thinks it is superior.

How could he be such an ancient and filthy creature as the Bloodline.

He's very dedicated.

In this world, only this little girl in front of him can make him have an irrepressible appetite.

"Since you're nothing, stay away from my blood!" Yan Bailing blushed when she was ridiculed by Mu Chenguang.

"Stay away from you? Hehe......" Mu Chenguang sneered, with a slight taste of cruelty.

Suddenly, he violently pressed Yan Bailing under him, and his big palm slowly slid into the gap of the bathrobe irresistibly.

There was a soft "sting" sound, and the piece of gauze soaked with water was tossed aside by him.

The thumb kept rubbing against the wound, and with one force, blood flowed down the wound.

"You're sick!" Yan Bailing gasped in pain, and his palm slammed into Mu Chenguang's neck.

She even heard the "creak" of the bones out of place.

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