Xue Ying was lying on Nalan Moran's chest and weeping, and suddenly felt that the corpse under her seemed to move.

She immediately stopped sobbing.

When he looked up at Nalan Mo's face, he happened to meet the blood-soaked eyes, and his heart suddenly chuckled!

Xue Ying's eyes widened, and she reflexively wanted to sit up, but in the next moment, her slender waist was suddenly tightly encircled by a vine-like arm.

She was pressed back to her chest again by Nalan Moran.

The slightly panicked little face also slammed into his strong and hard chest, feeling the coldness coming from his body at zero distance.

"Ink ...... Ink dyeing? ”

Xue Ying settled down, reluctantly twisted her neck, and looked at Nalan Mo's face, but she could only see his shaved jaw from the angle she was in now, and she couldn't see the bloodshot sharp eyes at all.

In the silent space, Xue Ying was so nervous that she was panting heavily, and she could even hear her own frantic heartbeat.

Every contraction of that puff and puff seemed to break through the chest cavity and jump out.

She whispered to him, waiting for his response.

But he suddenly fell silent.

If it weren't for the arm still pressing against him around his waist, Xue Ying would almost feel that everything before was just an illusion caused by missing him too much.

was pressed by him, and after a long posture, Xue Ying felt that her body was sore.

She wanted to move her body, but before she could move, her waist tightened, her body was flipped violently, and then a cold and heavy body attached to her!

His movements were extremely rude, and the wound on Xue Ying's shoulder hit the bed hard, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and her body trembled like chaff.

But this posture also allowed her to see the face above.

At this moment, a pair of blood-soaked eyes were staring at her, and those eyes were cold and unfamiliar.

Xue Ying was taken aback.

She endured the pain in her shoulder, gently raised her hand, stroked Nalan Mo's face, and opened her white lips lightly, reciting his name.

"Ink dyeing...... You ......"

"Uhhh

The sound of a fabric tearing pierced the silence of the room.

Xue Ying screamed, and her coat had been torn off by Nalan Modye, revealing the white belly pocket inside and the creamy skin.

A small amount of sweat-soaked broken hair is attached to the neck socket, and the red rope around the neck is more and more enchanting.

"You...... Don't you know me? I'm Xue Ying...... Snow Reflection ......"

Xue Ying looked at Nalan Moran blankly, looking at those unfamiliar eyes, but she already understood what might happen next.

She had no idea that the black pearl-like elixir would really be so miraculous that it could make the dead move again.

It's just that she didn't expect that although he moved, he seemed to have lost his heart.

He doesn't remember her.

Nalan Mo's thin blue lips were pursed, and his blood-red eyes were still staring at Xue Ying.

After a moment, he leaned down, his cold lips pressed against her neck, sucking and nibbling on her, and his movements were rude, without the slightest tenderness.

He was like a soulless shell, fulfilling some kind of task, claiming from her.

As if this still couldn't satisfy him, he pulled it harder, and instantly ripped off the only remaining fabric on her chest.

A hint of coolness hit, and Xue Ying was almost unreservedly exposed in front of him.

Xue Ying was suddenly scared and wanted to scream.

But she also understands that there is no way back for her.

This is the mission that she can stay here and stay by Nalan Moran's side.