Chapter 632: Blood Clan Loyal Butler vs. Godly Lady 61
"What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.
Lu Zhiyao: "Take a shower."
Quan Jiu: “???”
"Didn't you just wash..."
The man said calmly: "It's not clean."
Quan Jiu: “????”
………
The county town's economy is backward, and the hospital is also dilapidated and narrow.
The faucets and shower heads in the bathroom look a bit old. Even though they look clean on the outside, they have a gray and old-fashioned feel, just like Hong Kong city at the end of the last century.
In the bathroom, steam was rising and the mirror was covered with a thick layer of mist, making it impossible to see the figures of the two people opposite at all.
In the hazy mist, a slender, snow-white wrist rested against the worn blue-gray tiles.
The woman's joints were distinct, her fingers were white, and her five fingers looked like a piece of art carved from mutton-fat jade.
Suddenly, a pair of big hands tightly grasped this elegant and beautiful work of art.
The man's hands were twice as big as the woman's, his skin was not as delicate as the woman's, and his knuckles were much larger than hers. It was this pair of strong and powerful hands that tightly grasped her slender wrists, nailing her snow-white arms to the wall.
Whenever her five fingers fell down weakly, the man's big hand would slip into her fingers like a slippery loach and interlock theirs.
When she regained her strength, the big hands quietly withdrew again, and the tiger's mouth clamped her wrist, which happened to cover the ruby bracelet. The force of the clamp was light, sometimes heavy, as if it was swearing something to someone.
………
Quan Jiu lay on the hospital bed with his limbs weak, and finally figured out the reason for the sudden disaster.
She pinched the man's lower back: "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
This bastard, he was so jealous, but he asked her to wear the bracelet and take a shower...
Lu Zhiyao grabbed her restless little hand, took out the quilt and checked it carefully.
"My wrist is a little red."
He didn't actually use much strength, after all, he couldn't bear to punish her, but women were more delicate than water, and a light squeeze would leave circles of red marks.
Quan Jiu slapped him directly.
Lu Zhiyao didn't dodge. The slap landed on his chest, but it didn't hurt. Instead, it felt like being gently scratched by a kitten, and it was very itchy.
The man took her small hand into his palm, and suddenly turned over and pressed her under him.
"If you like this design style, I'll have someone invite this designer over later."
He stroked her snow-white neck with his fingertips: "I'll give you a bigger gem and wear it here."
Quan Jiu gave him a disdainful look: "Sounds like the behavior of a nouveau riche."
Men who compare themselves with others are childish.
Lu Zhiyao smiled softly and buried his head in her neck. His hair brushed against her delicate skin, causing waves of itchiness.
"It's okay if you don't wear it. I'll let you play with it every day."
Quan Jiu: “…”
There are indeed no poor people among the vampires.
The man kept lying on top of her, his thin lips moving across her neck, but he never opened his mouth.
Quan Jiu knew that he wanted to eat.
She swallowed, her throat rolling:
"Actually, it's not as exaggerated as Chris said... It's just once in a while, it's okay."
She is a god with an endless lifespan. If Lu Zhiyao hadn't marked her, she would probably still be able to survive tenaciously even after all the vampires had died.
However, she knew this fact, but the man in front of her did not. Even if she told him, Lu Zhiyao would probably not try it rashly for her physical safety.
Every cell in Lu Zhiyao's body was clamoring for food, but he forced himself to hold it in, only gently sniffing her faint body fragrance, his nose occasionally scraping across her collarbone, as if this way, the discomfort in his body could be alleviated a little...
Little did he know that the wine was even more uncomfortable than him.
Being rubbed against like a cat, but unable to take the next step, she kicked Lu Zhiyao and covered herself with the quilt.
Lu Zhiyao was stunned when she was suddenly banished to the cold palace, not understanding why she was angry.
"What's wrong?"
Quan Jiu's voice rang out from under the quilt: "Stay away from me."
Lu Zhiyao hugged her across the quilt, thinking about whether he had done anything wrong just now. Finally, he was stunned to find that she seemed to be angry after he refused to eat...
After figuring out the whole story, he couldn't help but find it a little funny. The other sacrifices were afraid of being sucked away, but she was rushing forward.
"Don't bore yourself."
He pulled the quilt down, revealing her head.
Quan Jiu's golden hair spread out on the pillow, revealing a breathtakingly messy beauty.
Lu Zhiyao held her face in his big hands, caressing it gently with his fingertips: "Is marking really that comfortable?"
He felt that she was more addicted to it than he was.
In fact, drinking alcohol is not entirely for one's own enjoyment:
"Andrew said that after drinking the perfect blood, there's no way to quit. Every time he stops drinking, it's extremely painful."
Lu Zhiyao paused slightly: "...He always exaggerates, you know. It's uncomfortable to stop eating, but not as uncomfortable as he says."
Quan Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him, his lake green eyes were clear and bright:
"I felt the same way, so after asking Andrew, I specifically asked Chris again."
Lu Zhiyao: “…”
Quan Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's a coincidence, the two people's answers are surprisingly consistent."
Knowing he couldn't deceive her, Lu Zhiyao sighed helplessly, grabbed her hand and gently bit it.
Quan Jiu negotiated with him: "In order to ensure that you are not uncomfortable, I have to provide you with blood. If you don't want to be marked, I can only take a knife and cut my wrists, and bleed myself every week."
Eating once a week is the eating frequency of most vampires.
"But if you do that, it will do me more harm than good." Quan Jiu continued to play the emotional card.
Using a knife to bleed yourself will only result in simple blood loss and will not bring you the benefits of the mark.
Lu Zhiyao knew that she was forcing him. He looked at the stubborn little woman, his heart warmed, and he pulled her into his arms.
"We'll talk about this later. Let's go to sleep now."
Saying it later is a disguised rejection.
Quan Jiu sighed helplessly, thinking of asking Chris to do some homework for Lu Zhiyao tomorrow and tell him that the blood of the gods was not as weak as he imagined.
Unexpectedly, the next day, when she put forward her idea, she was rejected again.
Chris: "Zhiyao's concerns are reasonable. Since he doesn't want to, don't force him."
Quan Jiu: “…”
She was a little disheveled.
In the original plot, "she" had been sucked dry by the brothers and was almost sucked dry. But this time, she went directly from one extreme to another.
She wanted to twist its neck off, hold it in front of Lu Zhiyao, and tell him that it really could be sucked.
…………Dividing line…………
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