Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

Consciousness returns

He looked into Xiu Jin's smiling eyes, and Rong Mo licked the sweetness at the corner of his lower lip without wanting to finish it.

His eyes fell on the thin lips that were covered with blood again. He raised his neck and moved his red lips towards her, gently licking away a bit of the fishy sweetness.

"Is it tasty?"

Rong Mo nodded obediently, it was delicious and he wanted to eat it again.

The ignorant look in her arms was so cute. Xiu Jin smiled and touched the person in her arms lovingly.

The laughter in his ears was so charming that Rong Mo's heart was filled with excitement and he buried his little face in Xiu Jin's chest.

He hadn't drank blood for a long time. The blood in the blood pack was too cold when he took it out, and it froze hard after a while.

Xiu Jin knew what Rong Mo was worried about. They had been struggling with eating these days. Rong Mo would hide behind him every time and pretend to eat, but actually threw the food into the space. He hadn't eaten anything these days and was hungry. Sleepy again.

"Baby, don't be sad, my husband will feed you."

Rong Mo raised his eyes and caressed Xiu Jin's bitten lip, "Does it hurt?"

Xiu Jin pressed Rong Mo's little head to her chest and whispered, "It doesn't hurt. Why does it hurt to feed my wife?"

In the next few days, Xu Lei and the others could always see Rong Mo and Xiu Jin kissing as if no one else was watching, each time becoming more and more crazier.

Looking at Xiu Jin's scarred lips, the initial embarrassment turned to sympathy.

Rong Mo is a bad wolf, right?Do you like kissing so much?Even kissing and biting.

Xu Lei couldn't bear it any longer and pulled Xiu Jin over to hug Rong Mo, "Master, your lips are almost bitten. Don't be in a hurry. The cold wave is still a week away. How about you bear it?" ?"

Except for Zhou Xun, none of them knew Rong Mo's true identity, and thought they were driven by desire.

Only Zhou Xun, the suspicion in his heart became more and more intense. Rong Mo had chewed Xiu Jin into this... Why didn't Xiu Jin transform?

Rong Mo has been half asleep and half awake, and he can't think of anything except sucking blood.

Even when Xiu Jin was pulled away, he didn't react. If it weren't for the blood that kept him alive, he would have fallen asleep long ago.

Xiu Jin paid attention to Rong Mo's condition while dealing with Xu Lei.

"Master! Master! Don't look at it. I have contacted the old man. After the cold wave passes, the old man will let you go back. If you have something to explain, then go to the Blue Sea Base."

"Oh, I see"

Xu Lei was still dragging Xiu Jin.

An Hao looked at Rong Mo who almost fell down, stood up and went over to support him.

Feeling the heat approaching him, Rong Mo thought it was Xiu Jin. He took the extended hand, took off his mask, and moved closer with half-lidded eyes.

An Hao was shocked by Rong Mo's appearance, with pale skin and delicate eyebrows, a blurred look like an angel with broken wings, and a fragile beauty that hit his face.

He was so immersed in it that he forgot to dodge, and he was about to be pounced on. The person in front of him was dragged away by a force, and his beautiful and breathtaking face was once again blocked by a piece of cloth.

An Hao trembled and raised his eyes to meet the cold eyes filled with murderous intent.

"roll"

"..."

Wu Yonghui heard the sound happening here, turned around, his pupils trembled slightly, and quickly dragged An Hao away with a big stride.

Xiu Jin looked down at the unconscious man with his head hanging in his hands. He felt distressed and helpless, and hugged him lovingly: "I don't even recognize my husband anymore, you idiot."

"Uh..." Rong Mo struggled twice as if in protest.

Xiu Jin leaned on the sofa, placed Rong Mo across his legs, opened his coat, and spread the heat to Rong Mo.

The broad back completely covered Rong Mo's figure. He held Rong Mo's chin with his big hands and made Rong Mo look at him. He leaned over and kissed her with his thin lips.

"Hold yourself up"

"Um?"

Rong Mo held his eyelids weakly, reacted for a while, then raised his hand and put it on Xiu Jin's shoulder.

"So good"

Xiu Jin stared at the person in his arms tenderly, stretched out his hand and pulled down his collar, revealing his straight collarbone.

"Eat it, bite it gently, it hurts..."

Rong Mo nodded his head blankly, all he could see was the beating veins on his neck.

He moved forward eagerly, and Xiu Jin whispered to him: "Watch, bite, and save your husband's life."

The fangs that were rubbing against the pulse point slowly moved down and bit into Xiu Jin's collarbone.

The sharp point pierced the warm skin, blood rushed in, and the stimulation made the brain excited. Rong Mo lay on Xiu Jin's shoulder and took a big sip.

The people behind him were already used to it, and they looked at each other and saw that the other person was speechless.

Okay, fucking kissed me again.

This time Rong Mo drank for a long time, so long that when he left Xiu Jin's collarbone, there were two red, swollen and bloody holes, and a row of sunken teeth marks.

Xiu Jin's legs were numb from the pressure, and the wound on his collarbone was swollen and painful. His eyes were still only focused on Rong Mo, who was in a depressed mood.

"What's wrong baby"

Rong Mo buried his head very low, pinched the corners of Xiu Jin's clothes with his slender knuckles, and choked out: "How about you let me sleep there?"

He had no consciousness at all when he was sucking blood. He was biting out of instinct. He might as well just be held by Xiu Jin and fall asleep. He would wake up when the cold wave passed.

Xiu Jin's fingertips caressed the exposed back of his neck soothingly and asked, "Are you feeling distressed?"

Rong Mo asked in a muffled voice: "What if I was bitten like this by you?"

"..."

He felt so distressed that he wished he could grind his teeth. Xiu Jin took a deep breath and leaned over to touch Rong Mo's face.

Afraid that Rong Mo would take care of him and stop eating, his eyes were staring into Rong Mo's eyes, making him unable to escape:

"I can't see you awake, and my heart hurts more than being bitten by you, so baby, bite me."

Listening to the coaxing words in his ears, Rong Mo was not happy but sad. He rubbed Xiu Jin's neck hard, curled up into a ball, and nestled in Xiu Jin's arms.

Cold wave No. 30 days.

Minimum temperature -50 degrees

The extremely cold weather has exceeded the range of human acceptance, and the blood-stained cities have turned into ice cities, dilapidated and withstanding waves of beatings.

The moisture from their breath covered their eyelashes with frost. They could only move around in the basement, and their bodies would freeze if they stopped.

Wu Yonghui and An Hao worked together to set up a tent, while Zhou Xun packed a cold-proof sleeping bag.

Li Peng squatted on the ground, filling a hot water bottle.

Xu Lei pushed the modular sofa to the wall, surrounded the open space, set up an iron basin, and lit a fire inside.

Four braziers were lit.

Seeing that he was about to order the fifth one, Zhou Xun raised his hand to stop him, "Stop ordering more, it will easily cause a fire."

Xu Lei put out his musket and rubbed his frozen hands while jumping around.

Rong Mo's half-opened eyes were foggy and lost their energy, like a pool of stagnant water without a trace of life.

Xiu Jin's hand holding Rong Mo was red and itchy from the cold, but even so, he still clung tightly to Rong Mo's ice sculpture-like body.

Behind him, Xu Lei called out to Xiu Jin at the top of his lungs: "Boss, come over quickly to warm me up."

"No, I'm not cold." Xiu Jin hugged Rong Mo, her thin lips trembled, and she refused without raising her head.

Several people's eyes stayed on the motionless Rong Mo for a moment. After spending so many days together day and night, they had already discovered something was wrong with Rong Mo.

Wu Yonghui asked hesitantly, "Is Rong Mo sick?"

Actually, what he wanted to say was whether Rong Mo was dead...

"No, he's not sick"

An Hao walked over bravely, "You're not cold, Brother Mo is cold. Why don't you bring Brother Mo over and let us take a look?"

"roll"

"you!"

An Hao's anger welled up. This man was simply unreasonable. They were all cold around the fire. How could he just sit next to the fireplace with Rong Mo in his arms.

Several people pulled An Hao back. Xiu Jin could barely communicate with others, but she could only say one word to An Hao...

Xiu Jin refused to listen to his advice despite being told several times, and there was nothing the others could do to him, so Xiu Jin finally left.

In the corner, Xiu Jin shook his frozen fingers, took out a mirror from the space, opened his collar and looked at the wound.

The wounds on the first day still didn't heal, but the other wounds healed.

Xiu Jin understood what was going on instantly, sourness surged in his nose, he pressed his body, pressed his thin lips against the cold side of his neck, and said angrily to Rong Mo with a trembling voice: "Why are you disobedient, Mo Mo?"

There was no movement from the person in his arms. Xiu Jin lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time with an unclear expression.

He raised his eyes again, with scarlet eyes, took out a dagger from the space, turned his back to the others against the light, and made a cut under his collarbone.

Hot blood gushed out, and Xiu Jin pressed the person on the wound.

His numb eyes swayed, his pale red lips twitched, but he was still unconscious.

"Momo"

In a daze, Rong Mo heard a voice calling him. His mind went blank and he could not respond to any information. His thoughts became a lonely boat rising and falling in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He really wanted to sleep...but there was always something hanging on him.

"Momo"

Rong Mo's consciousness struggled for a moment and then sank.

"Momo..."

"Um…"

The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. Just as he responded, the voice in his ears excitedly raised two tones.

The reassuring voice penetrated the fog and pulled him countless times. Rong Mo waited every day, waiting for that voice to pick him up from his weakness.

"Master, you're almost freezing. Stop hugging Rong Mo and get up!"

"Why do I smell blood? Who is hurt?"

"Brother Mo, how is he? He hasn't eaten much recently."

"I filled a hot water bottle. Do you need it?"

Rong Mo opened his eyes, his vision wandered, and his consciousness was trapped in a cage. He carefully distinguished among the chaotic tones, but... none of them were the voices he wanted to hear.

Where did that voice go?Why can't I hear it?

where?where?Why is it missing?

He was eager to look for it, and his body began to move unconsciously. There was something tied around his waist that made him unable to move.

Tears pooled in her eyes, rolled in her eyes, and slid down her cheeks.

The sound in my ears became louder.

"Master, did you hear me? Stop hugging me. Rong Mo is crying!"

"Brother Mo, are you feeling uncomfortable? Xiu Jin, please let him go quickly!"

"An Hao, calm down and don't pull me."

Xiu Jin's scattered eyes flickered, and he suddenly came back to his senses. He just... fell asleep.

There was cold wetness on her fingertips, and her heart started to twitch. Who said Rong Mo was crying?

He lowered his head to look at the person in his arms. His bright peach blossom eyes were so numb that he didn't know where he was looking. His face was already wet with tears and covered with ice crystals.

Xiu Jin raised his hand to wipe Rong Mo's tears, his throat was congested. He didn't know why Rong Mo was crying. He thought it was because Rong Mo was feeling uncomfortable.

Ask over and over again in a low voice:

"Mo Mo...are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Does it hurt?"

"Are you cold? My husband will warm you up."

"Don't cry, Mo Mo, it's not the case. You are hungry, right?"