Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

This sentence made Qiu Cimu not know how to answer, so she could only follow her pull and walk to the chair, and then was pulled into her arms.

Why is this man so strong?

He sighed again.

He raised his eyes, and bumped into Mu Ciwan's deep eyelids, he actually liked Mu Ciwan's eyes very much.

When she smiles, it seems that the world is colorful in her eyes, but when she is cold-faced, it seems that everything is colorless, and everything is not worthy of her attention.

In front of him, these eyes are always full of emotions and colors.

"Are my eyes good-looking?" Mu Ciwan's voice rang in Qiu Cimu's ear.

"Good-looking?" He answered almost subconsciously, and after answering, he realized what he said, pursed his lips, and looked at Mu Ciwan stubbornly, looking like a broken jar.

It's just good-looking, what can you do to me?

Of course, kiss hard.

Almost not responding to Qiu Cimu, Mu Ciwan had already bowed his head, his lips pressed against Qiu Cimu's pale lips, cold and soft, like pudding, bouncing on QQ, Mu Ciwan couldn't help but want to swallowed into the throat.

The lips were pried open.

Qiu Cimu opened his eyes wide, and struggled symbolically at first, but then compromised, softening his body, allowing Mu Ciwan to move, feeling her presence.

After a long time, he was finally let go by Mu Ciwan.

He clearly didn't need to breathe heavily, but at this moment his chest was heaving up and down, and he looked at Mu Ciwan with a blank look.

Looking at his appearance, Mu Ciwan tightened his arms around his waist, put his other finger on his eyebrows, and smiled lowly.

"What are you laughing at?"

Qiu Cimu always felt that the person in front of him liked to laugh for no reason.

He heard Mu Ciwan's answer: "It's nothing, it just suddenly occurred to me that kissing may have nothing to do with breathing, it's mainly about people."

He didn't quite understand the conclusion drawn by the other party, but it didn't affect him putting his hands on Mu Ciwan's shoulders and breaking away from Mu Ciwan's embrace.

"It's getting late, I think you should go back."

The sky outside was already dark, with one or two stars twinkling in the sky, and there was nothing worth seeing.

Qiu Cimu directly issued an order to expel the guests.

But the people in front of him didn't follow it very much.

Mu Ciwan also stood up, pinched his earlobe, leaned over and breathed slowly, felt the person in front of him tremble, his brows and eyes drooped slightly, looked at Qiu Cimu, and said slowly: " That's not okay, I'm here to get my wish."

Qiu Cimu's figure froze, he almost forgot about this matter, his eyes narrowed slightly, he turned around and faced Mu Ciwan, and slowly asked: "Tell me, what is your wish?"

When he asked this sentence, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

The premonition came true.

The person in front of him smiled softly, touched Qiu Cimu's side face with his fingers, and slowly pressed his own face on it, his lips were printed on Qiu Cimu's side face, he could even feel the other side's face Lips that open and close for speaking.

"Of course my wish is to give you a good meal."

As she said that, she let go of Qiu Cimu's hand at once, and took a step back. The wolf-tail hairstyle was a little loose because of the action just now, just covering her neck. She pulled it away, revealing her white and slender neck. Chao Qiuci Mu blinked.

"Come and enjoy your dinner."

Qiu Cimu almost used all the endurance of his skills to restrain his urge to rush forward, gritted his teeth and watched the movement of the person in front of him, "Mu Ciwan, are you crazy? I'm really not afraid of excessive bleeding and dead?"

"Well... you sucked so much blood from me last time, did you see anything wrong with me?"

"Be obedient, if you don't drink, I'll find someone to draw blood. I don't know how much I can draw by then."

As she said that, she also sighed pretendingly.

Of course, I noticed Qiucimu's darker and darker cheeks.

"Ci Mu, you know, I am different from her, and my body is also different from theirs. As long as you don't drink up my blood, I will be fine..."

"So? Why on earth are you doing this? Is it fun to tease me? I have already said that I don't drink blood." Qiu Cimu's tone was almost hoarse.

"I just don't want you to go hungry." Mu Ciwan said, let go of her hand, and touched Qiu Cimu's neck with her fingers. She couldn't feel the other party's blood flow, and the touch of her hand was like a corpse, which made her feel uncomfortable. Mu Ciwan sometimes feels panic.

When the master passed away, he also looked like this, lying in her arms silently.

She wanted Qiucimu to suck her blood, so that she could feel his presence, and she didn't want him to be hungry.

Thinking about it, her eyes darkened, and she slowly uttered her own words: "Ci Mu, if I were a blood race and you were a human being, and watched me starve, what would you choose?"

How else to choose, of course, let the other party drink his own blood.

Qiu Cimu thought of it almost without thinking, and then he was startled, what is the difference between his own thoughts and the other party's thoughts?

It's just for the good of each other from their respective perspectives.

He finally compromised, took a step back, looked at Mu Ciwan, leaving only his last stubbornness, "Only suck a little."

After all, I was still afraid of what would affect Mu Ciwan.

Mu Ciwan had no objection, nodded, took a step forward, and put his neck up, as if offering a sacrifice, pious and respectful, but only Qiu Cimu knew how unstable this person was hiding under his skin heart of.

The blood was flowing, from one body to the other, as if they were originally one, separated for a brief moment, and now reunited.

After all, Qiu Cimu still restrained himself, when Mu Ciwan put his arms around his waist and started to feel restless, he let go all of a sudden, then lowered his head and carefully wiped away the small drops of water that came out of the other party's neck.

Compared with Mu Ciwan's actions just now, such a careful look is actually more pious.

Mu Ciwan's eyes softened, and the fidgety hand on his waist couldn't help moving, and Qiu Cimu grabbed her wrist, looking at her solemnly and seriously: "You are still young now, human beings are 18 years old, and they are not yet at this time."

Mu Ciwan thought it was nothing at first, but when he saw his expression matched with his words, he couldn't help laughing.

Master is really cute.

"why are you laughing?"

"Laughing at how cute you are, how lucky I am to be able to take you home."

"Grumpy."