After being forced to raise a crazy milk dog, I am so fragrant

Chapter 120 Qingqing, You Are Fierce
The bite mark on Jiang Ci's neck probably doesn't look like he was scratched by a cat.

system:……

Why is the current host so much like a scumbag after eating and wiping it clean?

The sun fell on the young man's delicate face, and silhouetted under his eyelashes.

He seemed terribly tired and fast asleep.

But his arms tightly wrapped around Cen Qing's waist without leaving a single gap.

It's like holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Cen Qing blinked, feeling that this posture was quite dangerous.

If you don't run at this time, wait!

Just as she put her hand on his wrist, Jiang Ci's eyelashes moved slightly, like fluttering butterflies.

"Qingqing, stop making trouble, okay?"

As he spoke, he even increased the strength of his arms.

The two got so close that almost the tip of Cen Qing's nose touched his chest.

"Jiang Ci, let go!"

Now that everyone is awake, Cen Qing doesn't want to play tricks on him.

Hugged and cuddled, anyway, she just treated him like a cub.

As for other feelings, that is not important!

"Why don't I, Qingqing will kick him away when he's done using it?"

The young man's voice was soft and waxy, mixed with deep grievances.

There is even the nasal sound of waking up in the morning.

Cen Qing got goosebumps when he heard it.

Damn it!
"Don't make up your own mind next time, let go first, and I'll help you find medicine."

Looking at the wound on his neck, Cen Qing's eyes moved slightly, and the roots of his ears were a little red.

Needless to say, she did recall some small details now.

For example, how I pressed the person against the wall, and the feeling of blood sliding down the throat.

With a tingling sensation.

However, when she woke up, she did feel refreshed.

Even the mental strength has recovered.

Inexplicably reminded her of the demon girl who harvests yang and mends yin in the world of cultivating immortals...

System: Channeling frequency.

But before Cen Qing could make a move, she fell into a hot embrace again.

"I don't want it, this wound just lets it exist."

Not only will he not be able to take medicine, but he will try his best to make the wound last longer.

In this way, Qingqing will have more guilt towards him.

And this sense of guilt will make her fall into the trap set by him step by step.

can no longer escape...

"It will be inflamed, are you obedient?"

Looking at the person who buried himself in the quilt, Cen Qing felt like coaxing the children in the top class of the kindergarten.

I always feel that they have reversed the script.

What is this inexplicable sense of shyness? Hey!
"Qingqing, you are killing me."

Jiang Ci pulled back a corner of the quilt, revealing a small head, and the grievance in his black eyes was about to overflow his sockets.

Obviously last night he was dragging others to call her baby.

As a result, as soon as I woke up in the morning, I didn't recognize anyone before I lifted my pants.

Hey, the damn intoxication of abandonment.

Cen Qing: ...

He acted really well in this play.

Those who didn't know thought that there was really something going on between them.

"I murdered you? It's not bad if I didn't hit you!"

On how to discipline bear children?

Answer, just take a bite.

"Qingqing, you are so fierce."

"But it's okay, I like it."

Smiling again, Jiang Ci rested his head on her shoulder, with a look of dependence on his face.

But it reminded Cen Qing of that vague memory in the chaos of consciousness.

Staring at the scabbed wound, Cen Qing swallowed.

There was a sweet taste of blood in her mouth even now.

"Why did you give me your blood to drink?"

Even if she drank the blood of animals, she wouldn't feel so guilty.

Especially when she met his eyes, she would become even more at a loss.

It seemed that as long as he opened his mouth, she would agree to any request.

"Only my blood is worthy of Qingqing's mouth."

The rest are all unworthy!
And most importantly, once she drank the blood he handed over, she would become addicted.

Until I can no longer leave her.

Unless she no longer uses any mental power.

But obviously, this is not possible.

"I don't believe there is no substitute for anything other than blood."

As long as she is given enough time, she will find the crux and prescribe the right medicine.

If Jiang Ci's blood is needed every time the mental power is exhausted too much.

So if one day he is not by his side, wouldn't he have to wait for his ascension to heaven?
Moreover, Cen Qing could feel that his blood had a fatal temptation to her.

"But the truth is, there really isn't."

Jiang Ci's movements gently brought her broken hair to her ears, and her tone was unbelievably gentle.

But the possessiveness and satisfaction in the black eyes surged from the bottom of the eyes.

Since there is no solution, it is better to accept it.

Qingqing, this is the best result for you and me.

We are the best for each other.

Holding his wrist, Cen Qing sat up, looked down at him, and asked word by word,

"Who are you?"

She wanted to ask this question last night, but unfortunately her mind was still not clear.

Now that she has recovered, it's time for the teacher to question her.

But Jiang Ci didn't panic at all, and even adjusted a more comfortable posture, chuckled and said,

"Qingqing can continue to treat me as the former Jiang Ci."

Although she was a little jealous, she thought that the person who was by her side was herself.

It's not that annoying anymore.

But Cen Qing also quickly found a loophole because of his words.

"In other words, patient No. 1 of Arkham Mental Hospital, Jiang Ci, died in Jinjiang City, right?"

Although he has complaints about her, when she is in danger, he will come here as soon as possible.

Even if he knew it was a trap of the Q Group, he would not hesitate.

Even until the end of his life, he died protecting her...

Staring at his black eyes, Cen Qing lost his mind for a moment.

Because, although these two people have the same appearance, their eyes are different.

But Jiang Ci in front of him is far more powerful than Cen Qing imagined.

"Qingqing can also be understood in this way, but his existence is originally for you."

He spoke as naturally as he was talking about the weather.

There was no sadness or guilt that sent shivers down her spine.

"For me? To die for me?"

Cen Qing's fingertips were trembling, and the memory was once again plunged into the bloody day.

Her palms were completely covered in blood, and even the air was filled with the smell of blood.

No matter how you wash it, it can't be cleaned...

Even when she dreams back at midnight, she can always fall into a nightmare and cannot extricate herself.

It was like falling under some kind of spell.

There was a warm touch on his cheek, and Cen Qing came back to his senses, only to find that tears were streaming down his face.

She had a premonition that Jiang Ci would not survive, but when she actually heard the news.

Still feel heartache unbearable.

(End of this chapter)