All the staff crazily criticize the villain, only the heroine is cute

"I……"

Fu Yu moved his lips before he wanted to say more sorry words. When the words reached his lips, his lips were touched by a finger.

His eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his eyes to look at the girl in front of him. A warm touch came through his fingertips, and Fu Yu's whole back stiffened.

It was almost at this moment that Fu Yu realized how ambiguous the posture between the two was from the beginning to now.

"you……"

He met those misty eyes, his throat rolled subconsciously a few times, and for a moment he didn't quite understand what she was going to do.

The girl's expression was still frighteningly bad. She put her fingertips on his lips and pressed them, then moved closer.

Nearly.

Closer again.

Fu Yu's breathing was slightly rapid, and his eyes wandered to the girl's cheek as she got closer and closer, and finally settled on the other party's pale lips.

Reason told him that he should push away or leave directly, but for some reason, he suddenly felt an impulse in his heart at this moment, hoping that something would happen next.

The girl's frame was small and her whole body was soft. He didn't even dare to use too much force when holding her in his arms. Fu Yu recalled that he had attacked her several times before. How did he kill her at that time?

The fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose is the same as the toiletries placed in the bathroom.

He could smell it usually, but for some reason, Fu Yu felt that the smell seemed different today, as if it was unique to her and smelled particularly good.

His thoughts were mixed into a mess. Until the finger that was close to his lips was removed and something warm and soft touched him again, Fu Yu felt a little out of the situation.

He belatedly realized what she had done - she was kissing him.

Fu Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop her waist, but his hand froze in mid-air. Her lips were moist, and the girl closed her eyes gently, stretched out her tongue and licked his lips awkwardly and slowly.

Pupils contracted for a moment, and there was a strange emotion in Fu Yu's eyes that couldn't be resolved, as if something was about to jump out of his chest.

Can't tell, don't know.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

He took a deep breath, restrained and held the girl's shoulders, tilted his head, and stopped her from continuing.

"Do you know what you just did?"

He asked again, staring intensely into the girl's eyes, as if to get a clear answer from there.

"What to do?"

Ning Yan half-squinted her eyes, stretched out her tongue and licked her lips under his fiery gaze.

Fu Yu's eyes moved uncontrollably to her lips. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the color of his lips, which were pale just now, became much pinker now.

"Fu Yu, the blood tastes terrible. It smells like rust. How did you drink it?"

Ning Yan frowned, stretched out her finger and touched the scattered blood stains still on his lips, with a strange look on her face.

"A mouthful of blood is so ugly."

It seemed like she was complaining or showing disgust. In short, what she said was very childish.

Fu Yu was still thinking about what had just happened, but he didn't expect the other person to say these words, his head shook, his eyes suddenly closed, and he fell into his arms and passed out.

Fu Yu: "..."

The charming and ambiguous atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and he realized that Ning Yan had kissed him just now, not for any other reason, but simply because he wanted to taste blood.

He couldn't tell where his nervous and excited thoughts came from, but at this moment, Fu Yu only felt that he was terrible.

The girl seemed to be extremely tired. She was small when she was sleeping in her arms, and her face showed a rare tranquility.

There was rarely such a quiet moment between the two of them. Fu Yu sighed softly, and after ensuring that the girl was only temporarily fainting, he bent down and carried her into the bedroom.

After carefully covering the quilt and closing the door, Fu Yu walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.

As Ning Yan said just now, there was still blood on her lips. Perhaps because of her licking just now, the blood on the corner of her lips was blurred, making it look ambiguous and lustful.

Fu Yu uncontrollably reached out and touched the corners of his lips. Thinking of the ridiculous and unrealistic kiss just now, he couldn't help but licked his lower lips lightly with restraint.

It's a wonderful feeling, but he doesn't hate it, and even... wants to try more...

Realizing what he was thinking, Fu Yu suddenly came to his senses. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror.

The face of the person in the mirror was slightly red, and there was still emotion in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows that had not completely subsided.

Fu Yu's eyes trembled, and he thought that he was probably crazy.