[Quick Transit] After flirting with the sickly boss

"I won't let you die, don't think that you can leave me if you die!"

Jiang Huai's wet face pressed against Luo He's neck, and he tried to gamble on the bloody mouth, but he couldn't stop it.

has been severed.

Jiang Huai's face covered in blood was covered with tears, washing out two clean marks on his face. Luo He raised his hand in a daze to touch the wet marks on Jiang Huai's cold and soft cheeks. This strange touch turned into A subtle feeling in my heart.

It was the first time he saw Jiang Huai crying for him.

Jiang Huai wiped his face and said hoarsely: "Luo He, I turned you into a vampire, you won't die."

He wanted to say that he had a lot of confidence and would not let Luo He die just like this, but the words stuck in his throat, but his mouth was a cry of extreme grief.

Jiang Huai blinked away his tears, and hugged Luo He in the way he remembered.

——The blood race directly sucks the blood of the human body, and then lets it suck its own blood.

He leaned close to Luohe's neck, pierced the skin with his sharp teeth, gulped down the blood, supported Luohe's head with one hand to make him feel more comfortable, and held Luohe's neck tightly with the other hand The fingers of the right hand are intertwined, as if they want to embed themselves into Luo He's body.

Luo He's amber eyes gradually darkened, his body temperature lost, and his body gradually became cold.

Just like JAC.

Jiang Huai is always cold, but he discovered for the first time that Jiang Huai is soft.

In this cold shell, Jianghuai has a soft heart that beats like a human being.

Luo He sighed softly.

"Jianghuai..."

Jiang Huai swallowed in embarrassment, tasted the taste of his own tears, bitter and salty.

"I... love you..."

do not talk!

live!

Don't say such things!

Let me live!

Jiang Huai had never shed so many tears in his life, and drank so much blood that he had never drank in all his life.

Hastily made a cut on his hand, blood gushed out, he held Luo He's head to drink the blood, but Luo He's cold cheek just stuck to his wrist, stained red with blood.

Luohe is dead.

Jiang Huai didn't believe it, and raised Luo He's head. The original wound had healed, and he cut several deep wounds on his own hands, opened Luo He's pale lips, and let blood flow into them.

The blood that was not swallowed in one gulp flowed out.

It's just that Luo He moved very slowly, so he didn't see it. He must have drunk it, even if it was only a little bit.

The wound healed, and the Jianghuai cut again, and so on.

It wasn't until the wound healed more and more slowly, and Jiang Huai, who had lost too much blood and had always been icy, felt the bone-chilling cold that he had never experienced before, that he finally had to accept this fact.

His Luohe is gone.

In this world, there is no more Luohe, no such person who will pull his sleeve and ask him, can you like me a little, just a little.

How good is Luohe,

He tilted his head, the blond hair stuck to his pale cheeks, his eyes were closed tightly to cover the hideous wound, he looked like he fell asleep any night, maybe Luohe would still be okay if he pinched his cheek Annoyed hum.

He doesn't like others to disturb his sleep.

This is his sleeping little prince.

Jiang Huai hugged Luo He, crying and laughing, gently patted Luo He's back, and sang him a lullaby.

One hand grabbed Jiang Huai's leg, but he didn't respond, but attached his face to Luo He's cheek.

Ma Fang, who was thrown to the ground, struggled to get up, screaming with tears all over his face, "Go and avenge him!!!"