Shen Run's heart felt an indescribable sense of guilt.

He felt like he had raised a monster.

It's not normal, it's not supposed to exist, it's not supposed to happen.

He couldn't accept her actions, and he couldn't accept that he had become her sacrificer.

He is extremely repulsive to the present behavior.

It was at this moment that he felt her hand gripping his shoulder tightly, and as she gulped greedily, she clutched his shirt and clutched it tightly, as if to relieve it and to endure the pain that could not be erased no matter how much she could erase it.

Shen Run didn't know what was going on, his heart trembled violently at that moment. The blank mind returned, and at that moment he suddenly understood that she was also repulsed and sad, but she had nothing to do, she could not do anything about herself, which was the most painful thing for her.

He thought she had lost her mind at the moment, but she didn't, she still had a trace of sanity, she knew what she was doing, because she knew, so she was in pain, she was sad. She also doesn't think it's normal, she can't accept it, she can't accept it but she has to do it, this is what she is at this time.

Shen Run was distracted, he looked down and looked at the hand she was holding her clothes tightly, she had already crumpled his clothes into a ball of rags, and the usually pale and slender little hands were blood-red at the moment, covered with wounds, the wounds were hideous, and they were miserable.

This kind of her made his heart suddenly surge with a mixture of sadness and powerlessness, he felt sad for her, he felt powerless for her, and this feeling made him feel a wave of love. She tried to restrain but couldn't do anything, and she made his heart throb hard.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly reached out and slowly placed his hand on the back of her hand gripping his shirt, and gently covered it, without exerting force, just trying to add a little warmth to her cold hand.

After this, as if the ban had been lifted, his other hand slowly grasped her waist.

He stopped moving.

She sat in his arms, as if in a gulp.

Shen Run's face gradually turned pale, and he began to worry about whether she would oversmoke and kill him, although Yan Ying was alive and well last time, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be intact this time.

He was a little worried, the feeling that blood was leaking from his body was strong, and he was a little dizzy, and he was hesitating whether to push her away.

At this moment, Si Chen suddenly stopped swallowing, his lips lifted up, left his neck, spit out the tip of his tongue, and licked comfortingly twice on the tooth marks she had caused.

Shen Run felt a pain and itch.

Then she left his neck socket.

He smelled a smell of blood from her lips, which upset his stomach.

She was not awake yet, and the red light in her eyes had not dissipated, but she was quiet. The veins on her skin were still there, and they were still frighteningly thick. She has a pair of big eyes, looks dull, and a little aggrieved, and is much cuter than just now.

Shen Run looked at him.

His gaze fell on her hand again, and she sat on her knees in his arms, but those hands were clenched tightly and trembling terribly. She wasn't stunned, the smell of him was the most delicious thing for her, she wanted the rich sweetness, she wanted it very much, but she knew she couldn't bite him any longer, he would die. She didn't understand anything at this time, but she understood it, so she clenched her fists and endured desperately, she was fighting against the wild nature that was rushing all over her body, which made her look even more sluggish.

Shen Run's heart had an indescribable taste, he felt that she was really pitiful, very pitiful, and for a moment the surging emotions made him can't help but touch her head, he didn't know what he was talking about, but he did hear his voice asking her softly:

"Don't want it?"

That's when he thought, he must be crazy.

Si Chen didn't move or speak.

She was stunned for a while, collapsed into Shen Run's arms, and fell asleep, her physical strength had all been exhausted.

She returned meekly to his embrace once more, as quiet as a sleeping kitten.

Shen Run's eyes looked at her with complicated eyes.

He reached out and pulled up the big tussle that wrapped around her back, wrapping her well.

He didn't put her on the ground, she sat in his arms, and he adjusted her position so that she could sleep peacefully in his arms.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and touched the wound on the side of his neck, and the intense pain made him gasp.

He lowered his head and looked at her quiet sleeping face.

He did it anyway, feeding a monster with his own blood.

His hand gently stroked the red, raised, twisted veins of her forehead.

Bad touch......

Chang Xi stood at the entrance of the cave, the cave was narrow, and he could see the situation inside the cave when he stood outside the cave.

He looked at Shen Run, who was holding the sleeping Si Chen in his arms, looked at the work for two breaths, calmly looked away, and walked away in silence.

It's good to be safe.

……

Next.

The morning glow is beautiful, and the white mist is enchanting.

Chenguang was awakened by a piece of ice, and when he opened his eyes, he first saw the wound on Shen Run's neck, and then he realized that he was in his arms, and on the snowy mountain, his arms were not very warm.

Morninglight was stunned.

She didn't expect that she would wake up from Shen Run's arms the day after the seizure, and because of the panic, she suddenly jumped out of his arms and hid aside.

She was a little embarrassed.

Because of the smell and her instincts, her body drove her to be eager to bite Shen Run, but from her own thoughts, she didn't want to bite Shen Run at all.

It was originally a strange thing for one person to bite another person, Shen Run, he was not from Shengzi Mountain, he would only feel disgust and rejection for this kind of bizarre thing, and Chenguang didn't want to be disgusted because of this.

She knew that she had a seizure when there were only two people, Chang Xi and Shen Run, and as long as she was a blood servant, it must be Shen Run. But this person is really Shen Run, and she is a little sad, and she feels wronged inexplicably.

Her lips were flattened, and her eyes were foggy.

Shen Run was taken aback by Chenguang's fierce reaction, the way she shrank in the corner made him inexplicable, and before he was about to speak, Chang Xi came in from outside and said with a smile:

"Your Highness."

Chenguang was kneeling on the ground, and when she heard the sound, she turned her head to show a little vitality, and she smiled brightly, and called out slimyly:

"Xiaoxi."

Chang Xi's heart that had been hanging finally fell, he knelt down on one knee in front of her, checked her from top to bottom, and was relieved to make sure that there was no big deal.

"Your Highness is hungry, I have caught a few hares, they have been roasted, and Your Highness will come out when you are dressed."

Chenguang nodded.

Shen Run was very regular, although he wrapped her body firmly with a mink fur, he did not take off her big coat and put on her clothes.

Shen Run stood aside and looked at the morning light, she only cared about talking to Chang Xi, twisting her head and deliberately ignoring him, which made his anger rush up.