A strong masculine scent lingered around her neck. He didn't continue to remove her clothes. Instead, he buried his head deep in her neck, his sharp fangs piercing her skin. A sweet fragrance diffused between his lips and teeth. The subtle pain made her moan subconsciously, and the desire in his eyes gradually flowed, as if to test her temper, but he still hesitated to move.
This made her feel like she couldn't move or stay still. She complained softly, "Are you going to do it or not? I'm so sleepy!"
Even though she was under him, her heart was thinking about escaping from him all the time. He retracted his fangs, carefully licked her bleeding wound with his tongue, suddenly covered her lips, and fed her blood into her mouth. Their bodies fit together without any gap, but she was breathing heavily, no... her whole body was shaking violently.
She spoke freely, but when it came to the actual fight, she backed off. She suddenly thought of a serious problem. What if he slept with her and she still didn't let her go...
Wouldn’t she have suffered a huge loss then?
After kissing her lips for a long time, he gently placed a kiss on her forehead and said, "Go to sleep."
Go to sleep?
So what was going on with the fire he had lit? But before she could react, Ming Ye climbed down from her, forcefully pulled her shoulders over, and held her in his arms without saying a word. He didn't care whether she was comfortable sleeping like this or not, and he closed his eyes first.
She was shivering stiffly in his arms. Originally, her clothes were of good quality, so the cold was not too severe. But now, she was only wearing a bellyband, with large areas of her skin exposed. And he held her like this, it felt like she was being held by an ice cube.
He half-closed his eyes, looking at her body shivering with cold as she folded her arms over her chest. His tone was as cold as ever, and he said, "After daybreak, you can leave. This emperor will not pester you anymore."
He then stood up swiftly, put on his clothes slowly, removed the barrier in the room, and walked out of the room with a bit of depression.
Looking at the starry sky, complex emotions flowed in his eyes.
This was clearly the result she wanted, but she felt somewhat lost. Such decisive words coming out of his mouth really suggested that... he must be tired of her.
That's right, which man would like a woman who takes off her clothes on her own initiative?
She picked up the clothes that had been torn into pieces one by one, and with the magic power in her hands, the clothes that had been torn into pieces returned to their original state. She put on the clothes swiftly, tied the belt carefully, and sneaked out of the house in the dark night.
The man standing in the courtyard looked at the black shadow that flashed quickly under the cold moon, and finally shook his head with disappointment. There seemed to be something unspeakable and pale in his eyes.
He returned to the room alone, looking at the lonely quilt, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart. After all, he was a zombie. If he took her, he was afraid that the cold poison would invade his body.
He was waiting, waiting for his body to have the same body temperature as a normal person, but that wish... seemed a little small and far away.
She returned to the underworld, and he returned to the zombie world, but they went to the cave where the monsters were imprisoned. Looking at the protruding murals, he slowly stroked them with his fingers and said softly, "Get out."
A wisp of smoke drifted out from between the murals, slowly circling Mingye several times, and sneered, "You blood-sucking zombie! You seem to be troubled by something!"
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