Chapter 57 Chapter 57 I Only Like You
Lu Rong felt the raging fire in his body suddenly subside, and clarity gradually appeared in his hazy eyes.
She looked into Zhou Li's eyes, which were so close to her, and they were filled with lust and a hint of anger.
She thought of what he had asked herself just now, he asked herself why she wanted to eat the night begonia flowers.
She replied that it was for the mission.
Lu Rong instantly understood where the anger in his eyes came from. She shrank her body, tried to kick the legs around his waist away, and moved her body upwards to escape his control.
Zhou Li's large palms tightly clasped her thighs, pulling them down and getting closer to her face. "Are you awake?"
Lu Rong bit her lip and looked at him pitifully: "You pinched me and hurt me."
Zhou Li didn't let go of her hand, but stared at her silently: "Don't you want to make a blood pact with me?"
There was a fine layer of wetness on his neck, and he couldn't tell whether it was his sweat or her juice.
Lu Rong's waist was tense: "I... I want to make a blood pact with you."
Zhou Li curled his lips and pressed her closer fiercely. Lu Rong's face turned pale in pain. "No, no."
"Your mission didn't tell you how to make a blood pact. Are you going to do it with me for seven days without sleep?" He pinched her face with his fingertips, seeing the obvious panic and confusion on her face.
"Lu Rong." Zhou Li looked at her eyes that seemed to be trying to escape, and his heart began to ache. "You're only close to me because of the mission, right?"
"You wanted to kiss me, hug me, even practice dual cultivation with me and form a blood pact with me, all because of the mission." He said, and the closer he got, the more frightened Lu Rong became. She clutched his shoulders tightly and cried out, "No, it's not like that."
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes red. She saw the hurt in his eyes and took the initiative to kiss his lips: "It's not all about the mission."
She licked and kissed the line of his lips tenderly, then pulled back and whispered, "Not entirely."
It's not like people's emotions can really be completely controlled by others.
Lu Rong looked at him with wet eyes: "I want to kiss you, just because I want to kiss you, I just want to practice dual cultivation with you, my heart is beating wildly."
She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her heart: "Just as messy as you."
Zhou Li felt the hot and chaotic heartbeat under his palm, which was aligning with his heartbeat. She seemed to be saying, I like you too.
The fire in Zhou Li's body instantly burned away all his anger and rationality.
He could no longer control himself and lowered his head to touch her lips. Lu Rong took the initiative to open her lips and suck on his upper lip, and their breaths met again.
It seemed as if the barrier between the two of them had been eliminated, and the air became impenetrable and hot.
At this moment, he thought, what if Lu Rong still coaxed him?
At least she was willing to have him.
Zhou Li kissed her deeply, his soft lips were so hot that they seemed to be sucking out water, and his lips were filled with the blending of their breath.
Lu Rong's mind, which had just cleared up, became confused again. She was like the most suitable doll in his hands.
"Gently...gently..." Lu Rong's fair neck was pressed against his sharp teeth. The dangerous feeling made Lu Rong beg for mercy softly, "Don't bite..."
But Zhou Li didn't let her go, biting her skin delicately and gently. The numbing sensation made Lu Rong almost collapse, and she cried out helplessly, "Stop, bastard."
Zhou Li nudged her ear with the tip of his nose and whispered coaxingly, "You used to call me brother, but now you're a bastard."
His long eyelashes stirred her nerves beside her ears. Lu Rong slightly opened her lips, trying hard to take in the air, but it was in vain.
His slightly red face was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the faint fragrance attracted Zhou Li's heart and soul. He was not in a hurry and gently bit her white earlobe with a hint of red, as if he was tasting a sweet fruit.
Lu Rong's slender waist was held in his palm. Zhou Li's palm clasped her waist, leaving several red marks on her snow-white skin.
Lu Rong raised her leg to push him away, but her slender ankle fell into his palm. Zhou Li rubbed the two red moles on the slender white ankle with his fingertips, as if they were two bites from a snake.
Lu Rong's sensitive nerves were extremely tense, and her brain was like a paste: "Zhou Li..."
She stretched out her hands and hooked them around his neck like a soft vine, her long black hair draped over her thin shoulders. The contrast between the snow-white and the black was like the purest white moonlight in the dark night.
Her whole body was soft and she clung tightly to his arms, rubbing his face dependently. She was like a soft and cute little animal, wanting to leave her scent on him.
Zhou Li pecked and kissed her neck, and she felt numb all over her body.
She wanted to make her cry.
"Brother." Lu Rong whispered in his ear, her soft and hoarse voice captivating his heart, "I miss you..."
Zhou Li's gentle kiss turned into another kind of plunder, or even an uncontrolled invasion. He stroked her waist tentatively.
"That's enough..." Lu Rong couldn't bear it anymore. She shook her head, her calves tense.
Zhou Li licked the tears that were forced out of the corners of her eyes, but it was not enough.
"Wait a minute, be good." Zhou Li didn't dare to be too reckless, or she would get hurt.
She just wanted to be close to him, rubbing her thighs against his waist, moving closer to his arms, tearing off the remaining clothes on his body, hooking her fingers on his shoulder bones, biting her red lips, and her nose was filled with soft moans that were about to come out.
Zhou Li's sweat slid down his mermaid line, leaving a tingling sensation on the back of his neck.
Lu Rong's eyes were wet. She kissed the tip of his nose, looked into his eyes, and saw herself in them. It seemed that most of the time, she was the one in his eyes.
Her weak fingertips touched his eyebrows, and her dark eyes were full of smiles: "It's me."
Zhou Li saw the heat in her eyes, lowered his head to touch her eyebrows, pressed her to the pillow, and hooked his lips and tongue with hers: "Because you are the only one who has always been by my side."
Lu Rong's consciousness was completely confused by his kiss. The dim light in the room was wrapped in layers of heat.
Lu Rong then whimpered and straightened her waist, her face turned pale with pain, and she bit his arm silently. The salty sweat ran across her brow and mixed with the bloody taste on her lips and teeth.
The pain was more intense than anything else.
She thought...she was really going to die...
She struggled to escape, but he held her waist tightly with one hand: "It's too late, Rongrong."
Lu Rong patted his shoulder and cried hoarsely, "It hurts."
Zhou Li naturally knew that she was in pain, and he was also in pain. He could only hold her in his arms and kiss her patiently, coaxing her. In her ear was his gentle whisper: "I will always love only Rongrong."
In the humid room, the air was filled with a sweet scent, and Lu Rong's pale face began to turn slightly red.
She bit his shoulder, and the tiny teeth marks were like another kind of mark. Zhou Li touched the back of her neck, and the eyes he looked at her in were now like those of a hungry wolf that had really found food.
"They say that what is said in bed can't be kept true." Lu Rong's voice sounded like she was acting coquettishly and crying. She grabbed Zhou Li's hair, as if she was venting her anger, and entangled it on her slender white fingertips.
"My words are always true, always." Zhou Li kissed her wrist bone gently, full of pity and love.
Lu Rong thought about how her wrists always hurt when she practiced swordplay as a child. Her father never coaxed her or rubbed her hands. It was Zhou Li who always grabbed her hands, rubbed them gently with a stern face, and then gave her a peach.
She suddenly realized a problem in her eyes. It seemed that he had always been so good to her.
"Why did you throw away the candied fruit I gave you?" Lu Rong couldn't help but ask.
"I haven't eaten it. It's been left for a long time and it's gone bad and I can't eat it." It was the first time Zhou Li encountered something unexpected like leftovers. After taking it back, he took a careful bite and it tasted sweet.
He had never eaten such delicious food before, so he couldn't bear to eat it and hid it under his pillow. It was midsummer at that time, and he didn't know that candied fruit would go bad if left for too long. By the time he wanted to eat it, the candied fruit had grown moldy and completely rotten.
Only then did Lu Rong realize that the things that had troubled her when she was young were actually the result of her cherishing them so much when she was young.
"Zhou Li, I actually don't hate you at all. You know, I always like to say the opposite of what I mean." She suddenly said in his ear, her already slightly hoarse voice even more gentle.
Zhou Li's eyes lit up a little, and he lowered his head and kissed her lips. The hot and lingering kiss, mixed with her intermittent sobs, was charming and burning.
She shook her head and tried to push Zhou Li away with her palm, every nerve in her body was extremely excited.
Even the brain fell into a long period of blankness.
Zhou Li kissed her lips: "You are always cute."
Lu Rong was moved, and then she started crying and cursing, and in the end she could only sob.
Outside, the sky gradually darkened and all the light disappeared.
Until Lu Rong's whole body became weak, her waist kept sliding down, and the light in her wet and dark pupils completely dissipated.
When Zhou Li gently kissed the back of her neck, she buried her face in the pillow, gasping violently, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and her fair skin was covered with a bright red color, like a completely ripe peach.
"Thirsty." Lu Rong's voice was hoarse. She was picked up by him and her hands climbed weakly on his shoulders. She was so tired that she had no strength left and could not even lift her eyelids.
Zhou Li brought some water and fed her a few sips. She put her face in the crook of his neck, pursed her lips in grievance, and murmured, "No more...Zhou Li."
"Zhou Li... I only like yours." She buried her face completely in it, like a fledgling. "I only like you."
Zhou Li's heart softened. He grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. Then he drew a drop of blood from his heart and put it directly into her brow.
I saw a red line of light and shadow entwined around their ring fingers and then disappeared.
The tip of his finger touched her ring finger. A long-lasting blood contract would take seven days. He knew she couldn't bear it, so he made a marriage contract.
She can only be his.
He opened his palm again, wanting to give the unfinished Purifying Bead to Lu Rong first, but when he drew out the Purifying Bead, he saw that the Purifying Bead, which had only had a faint light before, had completely changed its shape.
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The author has something to say: It can be considered as a marriage consummation, celebrating the first night of the two, giving everyone red envelopes
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