After the idea has been brewing for a while, the desire deep in one's heart is like a boulder rolling down a mountain; once it starts, it is hard to stop.

Just like Qin Beiming at this moment, he was desperately trying to control himself and, with his last bit of reason, attempting to push Ling Mo away.

On the other hand, he was reluctant to let her go just like that.

Every time he let go, he would suddenly change his mind and press his knees firmly against her sides, making it impossible for her to escape.

"Qin Beiming, let go!"

Ling Mo frowned and repeatedly brushed away his increasingly unruly hands.

What made her even more frustrated was that he not only showed no sign of restraint, but even started tearing at her clothes.

"Qin Beiming, you bastard!"

After realizing what he was about to do, Ling Mo was both angry and annoyed. She stopped caring about anything else and started punching and kicking him.

If she had known he was so dangerous during his illness, she should have carried pepper spray or something similar with her.

Now, with only the silver needles in her hand, how can she possibly deal with him?

Even though their skills are evenly matched, the huge difference in their physiques means that Ling Mo will inevitably be at a disadvantage.

Normally, Qin Beiming wouldn't act recklessly. But during his illness, he was like a raging beast, completely lacking any sense of tenderness or compassion.

"Qin Beiming, can you calm down?"

After struggling for a while, Ling Mo was severely exhausted.

Feeling utterly useless, she became so angry that her eyes turned red, and her already bad mood was on the verge of a complete breakdown.

Qin Beiming stared blankly at Ling Mo, who had suddenly stopped moving, and seeing her pitiful, tearful appearance, he instantly snapped out of his daze.

"MoMo..."

He shook his throbbing head, quickly released Ling Mo in front of him, reflexively took a few steps back, and said urgently:

"Run!"

Freed from Qin Beiming's control, Ling Mo suddenly sat up in bed.

She was panting heavily, and before she could even zip up her pants, she hurriedly ran towards the door.

Qin Beiming tried his best to restrain his desires, but he still couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to grab her back.

Left with no other choice, he strode over to the medicine box, grabbed a syringe, and plunged it into his thigh.

The next instant, the needle pierced his already rumpled suit trousers with a "hiss," and bright red blood spread out in an instant.

"you..."

Hearing the sound, Ling Mo turned around and glanced at Qin Beiming, who was standing in the shadows, stabbing his thigh hard. His slender hand, which had just touched the doorknob, was inexplicably pulled back.

It is obvious that Qin Beiming's condition is significantly more complicated than his previous illness.

If she ran away without a care, leaving him alone in the house, who knows what even more dangerous things might happen.

Furthermore, Qin Beiming clearly became like this after saving her and taking a fatal blow for her.

How could she so heartlessly abandon him when he was most helpless?

With that thought in mind, Ling Mo finally mustered up her courage and walked towards him.

"Third Master, don't be nervous. Put the syringe down first, don't hurt yourself like this."

She tried to snatch the syringe from Qin Beiming's hand, but he pushed her away.

"Hurry! I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." Qin Beiming, in extreme pain, knelt on one knee, his low, hoarse voice trembling noticeably.

Looking at Qin Beiming, whose face was mostly hidden in the darkness, Ling Mo felt a pang of sympathy for him, seeing him so dejected and powerless.

She slowly squatted down, and without hesitation, used a silver needle to cut her neck, saying calmly:

"Come and bite."

"go out!"

Seeing this, Qin Beiming roared angrily, fearing that he would lose his temper again, and plunged the syringe into his thigh once more.

"Listen to me, give me the syringe first."

Ling Mo leaned forward and, taking advantage of his slight moment of relaxation, quickly snatched the syringe from his hand and threw it towards the door.

"Mo Mo, please don't do this, I don't want to hurt you."

"It's just losing a little blood, how can that be considered damage?"

Ling Mo pointed to his neck and whispered:

"Come on, stop dawdling."

Despite her calm demeanor, she was inwardly panicking.

She didn't understand Qin Beiming's illness, nor did she know what he would do to her after his illness flared up.

All she knew was that if she abandoned him like this, and something happened to him, she would hate her selfish and cowardly self.

Perhaps it was the scent of medicine on Ling Mo's blood that Qin Beiming could no longer control himself. He pounced on her, pinned her to the ground, and bit down hard on the wound on her neck.

hiss--

Ling Mo gasped in pain, but this time she didn't push him away.

Meanwhile, Ling Tian, ​​who had been modified by the staff of the secret laboratory of Super God Arena City, has returned to the Ling residence.

She wore eight-centimeter stiletto heels and a sexy strapless mini-dress that was inappropriate for her age, which gave her a noticeably stronger presence.

Hearing the commotion in Ling Mo's bedroom, out of curiosity, she took off her high heels, tiptoed to the door, and boldly turned the doorknob.

Through the narrow crack in the door, Ling Tian saw Ling Mo being pinned to the ground by a man, and her eyes widened in surprise.

She originally thought Ling Mo wasn't interested in this kind of thing, but she didn't expect that after not seeing him for a few days, Ling Mo would be so bold as to bring a man home.

They are truly shameless!

However, what Ling Tian was more curious about was, who was this man?

Although the man's face was not clearly visible, judging from his figure alone, he looked remarkably like Xiao Qin, the medical assistant in the school clinic at No. 1 Middle School, who was dressed in fake designer clothes.

Tsk...

Realizing that Ling Mo had actually gotten together with Qin Beiming, who seemed to have no future, Ling Tian's face suddenly showed a hint of disdain.

After silently recording a short video, she quietly closed the door, swayed her slender waist, and returned to her own room.