Chapter 15 Sticky
The dim room, the burning body temperature, the sticky sweat.
Jiang Mian's strong struggle seemed to make the orc on her body even more uncomfortable. The orc pressed Jiang Mian's hands even harder, and then forcefully clasped her ten sticky fingers together and pressed them to the cold ground.
A hot kiss brushed across his neck, like the touch of the tail of a wet match.
"You touched mine first..." Zhao Ci said in a hoarse voice, his mind was hazy as if he was awake and drunk, his heavy eyelids seemed to be weighed down by sweat, and it was difficult to keep his eyes half open but difficult to close because of lust.
There seemed to be a hint of grievance in his voice.
She took the initiative first, so now that he agreed, why should she struggle?
During the manic period, Zhao Ci's mind was no longer clear. Even this problem was as tangled as wool, and it was difficult to find the right idea.
Jiang Mian also realized that he could not break free from the suppression of an adult orc. The more he struggled, the more he would be suppressed by the other party and would be unable to move.
She had no choice but to relax herself and the orc, and then push him away suddenly.
The orc seemed to have noticed her quietness, and the strength he used to restrain her gradually became lighter. His hot and wet lips slowly moved along Jiang Mian's slender neck to her jawline, and slowly to her lips. The light kisses along the way brought a tingling sensation like an electric current.
Jiang Mian felt his scalp tingling.
When Jiang Mian was about to kiss Zhao Ci on the lips, her hot breath became hotter and hotter, and she suddenly pushed him away!
He rolled over, and just as one foot had risen, before he could fully stand up, his other ankle was grabbed by a hot, wet hand and pulled back forcefully.
The next second, Jiang Mian was unable to get up and his knees fell heavily to the ground.
The sweet aphrodisiac scent of glitter made her feel weak all over.
At this moment, Jiang Mian felt like he was in a horror science fiction movie, where the monster behind him grabbed the protagonist's ankle and dragged him into the abyss.
Now Jiang Mian felt the same way. He couldn't run away. He was grabbed by the ankle by the orc and pulled back, but was pinned down by the orc again.
Her act of running away seemed to anger the butterfly orcs.
The butterfly beastman suddenly lowered its head and bit her neck, sending a stinging sensation through her neck.
Jiang Mian's eyes turned slightly red due to the pain in his neck. He almost cried out in pain, and at the same time, he uncontrollably slapped the butterfly orc in the face, and his palm felt numb.
Her throat was dry and filled with suppressed anger. "Wake up!"
The butterfly orc paused very slowly, in a daze, but still sensed that she was angry. Then he subconsciously licked the blood flowing from her neck as if to please her, as if to wipe her wound.
The next second, the butterfly orc's body collapsed slightly, and he mechanically tried to turn his eyes to look at the person who suddenly appeared next to him, but he couldn't see it because the scene in front of him went dark.
Jiang Mian opened his eyes and saw a figure squatting next to the butterfly orc. He held a transparent syringe in his slender hand, which was now inserted into the butterfly orc's neck. When the butterfly orc fainted and was about to fall down, he reached out and grabbed the back of the butterfly orc's collar and threw him to the other side casually.
"Mianmian, why are you so embarrassed?" Rong Fei half-knelt and looked down at Jiang Mian, with a feeling of being looked down upon by others from a superior position, and a gentle and warm voice came.
Jiang Mian wiped her face and got up from the ground. After she stood up, Rong Fei also stood up with her.
"Thank you." Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still a little red and painful, and his brows were still slightly wrinkled.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the butterfly orc lying on the ground next to her. After a moment of silence, she looked at Rong Fei and asked, "Is he okay?"
Rong Fei didn't know what he had injected into Zhao Ci just now.
Rong Fei did not answer her immediately. Instead, his eyes fell on Jiang Mian, his silver eyes looking at her scrutinizingly.
The girl looked unusually disheveled, her clothes were disheveled and full of wrinkles as if they had been ravaged. There were obvious teeth marks on her fair neck, and beads of blood were oozing out, which looked particularly beautiful on her snow-white neck.
The area around the pair of black eyes turned slightly red, as if he was angry or in pain, even the teardrop mole at the end of his eyes turned slightly red.
"Mianmian, don't you like butterfly orcs the most?" Rong Fei fixed his eyes on her face and slowly reached out his hand towards her face.
Jiang Mian paused, wanting to dodge, but the other person simply used his fingertips to hook up the messy hair that fell on the side of her face and put it behind her head. He spoke softly and slowly: "Such a good opportunity today, why don't you grab it?"
When she heard this, her lips moved. Could she say that it was the original owner who wanted to sleep with Zhao Ci, and not her, Jiang Mian, who wanted to sleep with Zhao Ci?
She can't say it.
It's really outrageous to talk about time travel.
"I wanted to sleep with him before, but now I don't feel like sleeping with him so much." Jiang Mian lied lightly, raised his eyes slightly to glance at Rong Fei, and his eyes slid down to the test syringe in his other hand, "Is he okay?"
"Mianmian, he's just asleep." Rong Fei chuckled. "Why are you so concerned about him?"
His fingers were still on the hair behind her ear, gently combing it for her. His gaze paused for a moment on the small mole on her earlobe, and his fingertips inadvertently slid across the small mole on her earlobe, then he slowly withdrew his hand.
Jiang Mian felt a chill running across his earlobe, and then he realized that the other party's actions just now were a bit strange.
She didn't know whether her hair was wet with her own sweat or Zhao Ci's sweat, but it was sticky and hung on the side of her face. The person with mysophobia in front of her actually reached out to help her comb her hair.
A person with extremely severe mysophobia, whose hands were red from washing, actually combed her sweat-soaked hair.
I hadn't noticed it just now, mainly because the person's movements in front of me were too natural.
Jiang Mian didn't react at all, and now he just wondered if he had done something wrong.
In the era when humans kept orcs in captivity, he was just an orc slave.
This action is a bit beyond the line.
But she said they wanted to get along well and asked them to be nice to her, so it seemed reasonable that they just helped her comb her hair.
Jiang Mian was a pure human being who had been raised in captivity since birth, so he didn't think too much about it.
"I'll go back first." Jiang Mian was feeling unwell all over. "You know medical skills, so please help Zhao Ci."
As she spoke, she walked towards the door. Perhaps it was the concussion from the fall, but her steps became unsteady and she almost fell. She quickly held onto the door next to her to steady herself, and a hand also held her arm.
"Mianmian, let me help you go back." Rong Fei asked in a questioning tone, but he had already walked to Jiang Mian's side, put his arms around her waist, and took her outside.
Jiang Mian followed him out for some unknown reason.
(End of this chapter)
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