Qin Jiu gasped, and a hole had already been cut in the tiger's mouth.

Before she had time to look at her injury, her hand had already been grabbed by Wan Qianchen, and she also took advantage of the situation to pull her up.

"Why was it so careless?"

His tone was slightly reproachful, Qin Jiu wanted to roll his eyes, wasn't this due to him?

But seeing the concern he revealed, and feeling sweet in his heart, where can there be any dissatisfaction?

He only let him hold his hand, slightly lowered his head to look at his toes, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "It's nothing......"

"It's all bleeding, and it's nothing."

Wan Qichen frowned, staring straight at her wound.

The dagger was sharp, the wound was small but deep, and beads of blood kept pouring outward.

Wan Qichen's gaze was fixed on the blood bead, and gradually, there were some strange changes.

The blood she shed was like a burst of fragrance, rushing into his nose, making the blood in his body hot and boiling, and a voice in his heart drove him......

Wan Qichen's eyes became more and more gloomy, and the depths of his eyes were extremely dark, and he had already lowered his head before he even realized it.

The sudden dampness and heat in her hands made Qin Jiu stiffen, and she raised her eyes just in time to see him licking from her wounds, and the tip of his tongue was stained with a crimson color, which was extremely beautiful.

"Wan Qianchen?"

Qin Jiu was a little stunned, she didn't think it was ambiguous.

On the contrary, the scene where he held her and sucked blood suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, and she became uneasy, and struggled with a little strength in her hand.

Her struggle really brought Wan Qichen back to his senses, and he was obviously stiff and let go.

Qin Jiu calmly withdrew his hand, and the other party didn't seem to care at all and didn't have any doubts, he only squatted down again to wash his hands with water, and said, "Actually, this is just a small injury, it's really not in the way." ”

Wan Qichen's hand was placed at his side and clenched into a fist.

The smell of blood on the tip of his tongue was still permeating, and he had lost his mind for a moment, if she hadn't suddenly called him, maybe, he didn't know what he would have done?

He lowered his eyes, she was squatting by the lake with her head down and washing her hands, revealing a snow-white neck, but the wound on it was hideous, destroying all the beauty.

He was silent, staring at her for a moment, the light in his eyes was complicated, and he couldn't explain it.

Qin Jiu seemed to be very calm, but in fact, his heart was beating fast.

She just kept washing her wounds, just hoping that there would not be a trace of blood left, and she didn't want Wan Qichen to lose her mind again.

Until the wound was soaked a little white, Wan Qichen finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He pulled her up again, the force was a little heavy, and he didn't know what he was angry about, and even his voice was a little cold.

"It's already clean, no need to wash it."

Qin Jiu bit his lip, he didn't argue with his anger, let alone show dissatisfaction, he just lowered his head and said nothing.

This kind of Qin Jiu made Wan Qichen the most powerless, so that no matter how much anger he had, he couldn't let it out.

After a long time, he finally sighed, held her hand and stroked her whitened wound, his expression was slightly gloomy, and he asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?" ”

His fingertips ran over the edge of her wound like a touch of warmth flowing through hers.

Qin Jiu's throat was filled with some sour and astringent taste.

She bit her lip tightly, raised her eyes, and met his eyes that were as deep as the night sky, and after a long time, she slowly shook her head, "...... that doesn't hurt."

Like every time.