He gestured to the table.

Ning Jiao suddenly thought of the bleeding from his fingertips yesterday, "Do you want to let blood again?" ”

When questioned, she also glanced at his gauze-wrapped fingers.

When I bit it yesterday, it must have hurt a lot, my teeth are not as sharp as a knife, and if I want to bite my fingers, I have to work harder, and my fingers are connected to my heart, and I can imagine how much it hurts.

If you cut it with a knife today, although it will be very fast, it will hurt for a moment, but ......

"I made an appointment in the morning, I want to go out, and I won't come back until the evening." As if seeing her hesitation, Song Chumo said, "Do you want to lie in bed for a day and wait for me to come back here at night to accompany you, or do you want to walk freely?" ”

Ning Jiao: "Of course I want to walk freely, you wait, prince." ”

Just kidding, when he comes back here to accompany her in the evening, then they will have to share a bed, and she has no plans to share a bed now.

There are so many ways to hug her thighs, she doesn't want to sleep as soon as she comes, she has no feelings, how embarrassing it is to sleep, and most importantly, if Song Chumo doesn't react to her, wouldn't that scene be very embarrassing.

Ning Jiao muttered in her heart, she even crawled off the bed with a rolling belt, she didn't have time to put on her shoes, and went over barefoot to take the knife and handed it to him.

Song Chumo pinched the handle of the knife and was about to cut it off with his left index finger, but Ning Jiao suddenly reached over again and held him down, "No, no, no, you wait, lord." ”

"Huh?" The man's eyelids lifted, "What's wrong?" ”

"What am I...... Dizziness at the sight of blood. She let go of his hand, turned her back, and secretly took a breath and said, "Lord Wang, you start." ”

The tone is as serious as it gets.

was so serious that Song Chumo almost thought that he was going to do something terrible.

He shook his head helplessly, picked up the knife and prepared to drop his hand, he caught a glimpse of her still standing on the ground, Ning Jiao's hands were not well maintained, but a pair of feet were well maintained, looking white and tender, Song Chumo pushed her with his elbow, "It's cold on the ground, lie on the bed." ”

"Oh." She answered, and the whole person fell on the bed, "Lord Wang, I'm fine, you continue." ”

“……”

The corners of Song Chumo's mouth twitched, and he held the handle of the knife hard, cutting his index finger.

Blood spilled out, and his face was indifferent, without the slightest pain, "Come here." ”

"Huh? Okay? Ning Jiao blinked, sat up and looked back, and saw that blood kept coming out of his index finger, sliding down his finger and dripping on the sheet, "Why is there so much blood, how much cut did you cut?" ”

Song Chumo handed his hand over, "Don't talk nonsense, drink." ”

“…… I? Ning Jiao was dumbfounded and pointed at herself, "Drink?" Isn't it wiping? ”

Didn't he hold his hand after cutting it yesterday, and then it was fine, why do you still want to drink?

Song Chumo didn't explain to her, urging her: "Hurry up." ”

Ning Jiao saw that he was wrinkling his eyebrows, looking a little painful, and thought that he was in pain, so she didn't dare to delay, so she hurriedly leaned over and opened her mouth to suck his fingers.

The blood just flowed when it was cut, and then it didn't flow, Ning Jiao licked the blood on his index finger, "It should be okay now, right?" ”

Song Chumo's face was expressionless, and he grabbed the corner of his clothes with one hand and secretly exerted force, and the crispy and numb feeling spread all over his body from his index finger.

Looking closely, his hand that was held by Ning Jiao was trembling.

"You suck some more?" He said uncertainly.

In fact, Shen Qinghe said that in this case, only a drop of blood is enough, but that crispy and numb, shuddering feeling is really ...... It's so comfortable.