Quick Travel System: Male god, can't afford to mess with it

Chapter 139 Brother vampire, please let me go 2
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At the entrance of the gorgeous stairs, the man's deep red pupils focused his eyes on the front, and walked towards Qing's room step by step.

In the bathroom, Qing looked at the beautiful girl in the mirror, and lost her mind for a moment. The golden big wavy long curly hair was draped softly on the back, the facial features were three-dimensional and exquisite, and the thick eyelashes fluttered up and down like butterflies. The pupils are pure and clear, the bridge of the nose is straight, the red lips are alluring, and the upper lip is slightly raised, attracting people to pick.

Beauty is beauty, but the downside is that her face is abnormally pale, which may be due to congenital impurity in her blood, making her body weaker and weaker over the years.

The man outside opened the door and saw that the princess he cared about was not there, Mir frowned slightly.

"clear?"

Shouting loudly, Mir listened to the sound and found the bathroom.

Hearing someone calling her, Qing opened the bathroom door, looked at the man at the door, her face became paler, and she took a step back unconsciously.

"Brother." The crisp girlish voice was slightly hoarse.

With a cold face, Mier hummed expressionlessly, took a step forward, forcibly pulled Qing's arm, pulled her into his arms, and lifted her chin with cold fingertips.

Qing shook her body in fear, her wet blue eyes were charming and dazzling.

Mier's red eyes darkened, he lowered his head, and kissed her eyes.

Feeling itchy, Qing closed her eyes, clutching his collar tightly with her small hands, completely at a loss.

Thinking of the scenes of last night, fear destroyed her like waves.

When Qing's depressed nerves were about to collapse, Mir let her go.

The rough and cold big palm gently stroked her cheek, Mir smiled and said in a low voice, "My princess has learned her lesson today, will she run away tomorrow?"

Qing's trembling lips and the pain under her body reminded her of his terrible possessiveness.

"Brother, Qing will be obedient."

Her hoarse voice made her weak and pathetic.

Mir's heart moved, and he picked up a handful of her blonde hair and played with it in his hand, with a cold expression that seemed to repel people thousands of miles away.

It's a pity that the girl in front of him, his sister, is his light. He, who has been immersed in the darkness, cannot escape the blackness, and his heart is engulfed by the darkness. In such a dirty place, there is still a glimmer of light.

To live by blood is not to be cruel, but to survive.

He has the supreme power and noble status, but he is not as good as her elder brother.

Smelling the scent on her body, Mir narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed red, the smell of blood on her body deeply attracted him, and he instinctively opened his lips to reveal two slender fangs.

Qing stared wide-eyed, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch her neck, where the wound had not fully healed.

Slowly lowering his head, he leaned close to Qing's neck, his fangs pierced the artery accurately, he closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes fluttered constantly, and faint excitement came from deep inside his body.

It was good that he had her blood in his blood.

They are one, and no one can take his princess away.

The passing of blood made Qing's head dizzy. She didn't dare to resist, so she could only lean weakly in his arms, waiting for him to be satisfied.

Gradually, a blurry phantom began to appear in front of Qing's eyes. She blinked and opened her mouth vainly, unable to make any sound.

Mir finished smoking, put away his fangs, licked her wound tenderly, put his arms around her waist, and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

Finally, Qing passed out completely.

　Do you think there is very little meat in my text~
　　There are three points:
　　①I don’t want my male protagonist to be like a puppet manipulated by desire, only knowing sex
　　②The website should be strict
　　③The author can’t write. Every time I want to write, I’m killed by the following plots, and I’m very obsessive-compulsive. It’s expected that this plane will end with tens of thousands of words

　　[laughing and crying] [spread hands]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)