Chapter 112: Bird Sentinels Have More Developed Tongues
In the next room, Sylvie shifted uncomfortably.
It was obvious that he was eager for her to mark him, but when the little girl sat opposite him with a serious look on her face.
Instead, he was a little nervous.
My heart was beating so fast it was about to jump out of my throat, and even my palms were covered in cool, slippery sweat.
The man's blue eyes were shining, his expression was full of affection, and his movements were full of eager anticipation. If an outsider saw him, they would think he was a nervous groom waiting for his bride to appear.
"Syvil, it won't hurt," the girl misunderstood his emotions and expression, and the vines reached out and rubbed against his cheek, rubbing carefully and soothingly against his glands.
"As long as it's Qianqian, it doesn't matter even if it hurts a little." The extremely handsome man smiled at her, thinking that he would feel more comfortable if it hurt a little.
The vines coiled around his gland, which was slowly turning bright red. The moment they carefully inserted it, Sylvie let out an involuntary low moan.
So this is what it feels like to be marked.
It was as if the thick, dim and persistent waiting accumulated deep in my heart was pried open in an instant, and the love full of joy and satisfaction burst out from my heart like gushing hot magma.
It was like a brilliant galaxy shining on the tip of his heart.
The joy of his countless expectations and desires finally being answered made him feel warm in his eyes.
The gorgeous wings grew longer as the vines climbed, almost spreading across the entire room.
Thousands of branches fell lightly into Xiweier's mental picture.
The place is dotted with her favorite green plants and lush trees, with a small silver-white house in the middle.
The giant blue peacock pecked and kissed her side, its huge fan-shaped tail flashing brightly in the sun.
It slowly transformed into a man in a white suit, knelt on one knee, and kissed her fingers.
"Qianqian, I like you, I like you so much." His handsome face raised up, his blue eyes were like sparkling gems in the light, and there was only her appearance in his pupils.
"I don't expect Qianqian to like me a lot, just a little." He lifted up her scattered hair and kissed her hair tenderly, "I just want Qianqian to like me a little bit."
Xiweier couldn't even wait for her response. He knelt down on his knees, lowered his head, and rubbed his white cheek against her humbly.
"Even if you don't like me, it's fine," he added anxiously and hurriedly, looking at Qianzhi and opening his lips, "as long as Qianqian still likes my taste and is willing to keep me by her side, I'll do whatever Qianqian wants of me."
He had clearly read so many strategies, including arrogant, domineering, and fishing strategies, but he couldn't use any of them in front of Qianzhi. He talked to himself in panic like a fool.
He completely cast off his usual dandy and playboy-like disguise.
Qianzhi scratched his pointed chin with her fingers and half bent down to meet his eye level.
"Xiweier, I may not have expressed myself clearly just now." Her eyes were flowing with soft rippling water. "I like you very much, so you don't have to be like this—"
Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly tackled by the man.
They fell on the soft, fragrant grass.
"Qianqian likes me." He smiled happily and contentedly.
The gushing blood seemed to explode into countless fireworks, flowing numbly in his veins.
His internal organs and limbs felt light, as if they were floating in the air happily because of her soft words.
No matter what kind of liking it was, he would be satisfied as long as he heard her answer.
The taste of Sylvie's pheromones and emotions was so sweet and happy that even Chizhi, who tasted it, was affected.
Like the feeling of satisfaction after a big meal, she lay lazily on him and didn't want to move.
The man under her suddenly moved, half-raising his body and letting her lie on his chest.
"Qianqian," the man's voice became soft and seductive, "Can you like me a little more?"
He squeezed her hand, touched his chest, and said seductively:
"The chest of a bird sentinel is easier to touch than that of an animal sentinel."
The skin under the palm of her hand was smooth, with a soft and firm texture, which made Qianzhi inexplicably think of the white, soft, and elastic chests of the little birds.
"And ours is warmer and has more varied flavors." He stretched out his neck, rubbed his plump throat bone against the tip of her nose, and then brought it to her lips.
"Of course, our beaks and tongues are more developed," his eyes darkened, "and more useful."
Qianzhi tried to block Xiweier's lips from opening again with her fingers.
But the cunning man immediately bit her finger, releasing more pheromones.
"Don't reject me, Qianqian. Just think of me as the softest and sweetest sugar on your lips. You don't need to think about anything, just lick along the line of your lips."
His voice gradually deepened and he raised his lips.
Outside the mental image, the girl was sitting on Sylvie's lap, closing her eyes in concentration, using vines to sense the emotions and power in the mental image.
And this peacock, which appears weak and gentle in the spiritual picture, is wrapping itself with one wing and imprisoning him tightly and stubbornly with its strong arms.
At the same time, he used his extremely fragile and soft throat sounds to seduce her lips, pressing them one after another on the side of his neck.
Ian opened his eyes, still looking pale from blood loss.
He raised his head and looked at the man sitting next to him with his legs crossed.
"Why are you here?"
"My brother is injured. As a younger brother, shouldn't I visit him?" Sylvie pulled his clothes.
Ian glanced at the red marks on his deliberately exposed neck and turned his head away coldly.
"You're just being clever, Seville."
"Why, jealous?"
"Jealous?" Ian raised his lip sarcastically. "What did she say to you? 'Like'? Have you ever thought that this is just her way of comforting you? Your mental fluctuations have reached 80% when you came out of the 'door', and--"
"--But she told me, did she tell you?" Sylvie interrupted him, "I'm afraid not, my dear brother? Even if it's just a consolation, I get more 'like' than you, don't I?"
Ian pursed his light-colored lips and said, "No."
No way.
He also gained enough dependence from Qianzhi and the love that came when their mental strength was in harmony with each other.
Even if it is an illusion of comfort, it is like fine wine that is worth savoring over and over again.
A strange intuition suddenly flashed through his mind.
Ian frowned, staring at the tiny, yet conspicuous, light green branch mark on the side of Sylvie's neck.
The question she had just suddenly asked him.
And her sudden decision to tag Seaver's actions.
It seemed that everything was pointing to something he didn't want to think about.
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