Waste material cannon fodder, he just wants to survive!

Wrist hurts.

This is the only feeling he has now.

Ran Heming had no choice but to follow behind Bo, and the other's strides were so big that he had to take big strides to keep up, otherwise his hands would be very painful.

When they came to the bathroom, Bossong let go.

The moment he was let go, Ran Heming stepped back and held the painful wrist held by the other party. Although he was a little scared, he had never been treated like this before, so he couldn't help being a little angry, so he said dissatisfied: "What are you doing!"

"Give you a bath."

Wash, take a bath?

Do you really want to take him to the shower?

No, what kind of bath did he take?

Ran Heming frowned, he didn't know what the other party was going crazy, suddenly got angry, and stubbornly took him to take a bath.

But looking at the other person's face that he will not give up until he takes a bath, Ran Heming knows that he is not as stubborn as Boss, and besides the difference in body size, he knows that if there is a real dispute, he has no chance of winning.

Why don't you just take a bath!

he can.

"Then you go out, I can wash myself."

Boss also knew that he didn't control his emotions well just now and scared the little guy in front of him. He obviously just wanted to change his clothes, so why was he so angry.

The mood fluctuated so much that Boss couldn't understand what he had just done. After all, he hadn't been angry about one thing for a long time.

But he found it very interesting that Ran Heming could touch his emotions.

"Did it scare you just now?"

"It's okay." Ran Heming said these two words dryly, his eyes dodged, "Can you go out?"

After Boss left, Ran Heming slowly took off his clothes and lay down in the bathtub filled with water.

He raised his head and thought about what happened just now, and he didn't know what he thought of. He turned his head to look at the shirt lying on the ground, and the stain was just enough for him to see.

Could it be that the villain dragged him over to take a shower because his shirt was dirty?

Still so angry, I always feel like I accidentally soiled my clothes when I was a child, and was dragged by Mama to take a bath and change clothes...

?

!

Shocked by his own thoughts, Ran Heming suddenly stood up from the bathtub, the villain is he Mama? !

No, this is very wrong.

Why does the villain care so much about him?

After careful consideration, he discovered those little details that had been forgotten. First, he blocked him in the closet, and his always hands-on and intimate attitude, and today he was angry because his shirt was stained.

These are clearly the plots of treating the heroine in the original plot. Although there is no plot of throwing herself down in the closet, the dirty clothes and attitude are only when facing the heroine!

Thinking of this, Ran Heming was taken aback. He remembered that the villain had always kept the heroine as a pet, and even built a mansion in Audley to keep the heroine.

Ah this.

It cannot be said that it has nothing to do with what he is going through, it can only be said that it is exactly the same! !

So did he steal the heroine's role?

And then he's going to be locked up here?

Ran Heming hurriedly put on the clothes prepared for him by the servant, he didn't even want to take a bath, and decided to go home immediately without having dinner.

He was too eager and panicked to pay attention to his clothes at all, and the price of his distraction was that his fingernails were split.

"hiss!"

Severe pain came from the fingertips, Ran Heming looked down at the finger on his hand, the fingernail of the index finger was cracked from the edge to the flesh, bloodshot out.

Because of soaking in the bathtub for too long, the nail cover became very soft, which caused the poor nail cover to be broken by a clothes button.

Boss, who was reading a book in the study, suddenly dimmed his eyes. He smelled the sweet smell of blood in the air, not the smell of rust that made him sick, but he caught it in a short moment.

It's like a hungry person suddenly smells the smell of food, just smelling a little, it stimulates his sense of taste and smell, making him hungrier, his stomach starts to convulse, and his brain is clamoring for more and more , you won't be so hungry.

He greedily wanted more, so he looked for the direction of the scent.

The place where the smell came from was the room where the little guy was bathing, and Boss narrowed his eyes.

It turns out that the little guy not only smells so good, but also blood?

Boss got up and walked to the room where Ran Heming was.

In the bathroom, Ran Heming, who was sucking his finger, didn't know that it was just this little blood that attracted Boss, and of course he didn't know that the danger was approaching.

After the blood was sucked clean by him, he pressed the injured nail carefully, trying to press it back.

Probably everyone will have such a reaction, when they press it back, they think that the blood will heal after it coagulates, and it won't hurt too much.

In fact, the pain did not ease, but the blood did not continue to flow.

After learning the lesson, Ran Heming raised his injured finger and carefully buttoned his clothes.

Even with few fingers, he can perfectly wear such complicated clothes. Ran Heming was very satisfied with this. He patted the clothes, thinking naively that he could go home and sleep in a warm bed soon—then he When he opened the door, he saw Boss standing at the door and staring straight at him.

!!!

The villain wouldn't have been waiting at the door for him to finish his shower, would he?

So perverted!

Ran Heming's eyes widened like a frightened rabbit, and his intuition told him that he should run away immediately, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

"Bo, Boss?" Ran Heming called out in fear.

As soon as he finished shouting, his hand was grabbed, and the injured hand was grabbed by another larger and fairer hand.

"It's here."

Boss lowered his eyes, unable to see the expression in his eyes clearly. His thick eyelashes covered his slowly turning red pupils. Those gentle eyes became dangerous at this moment. He lowered his head and opened his mouth to show his fangs .

"What... hiss." Ran Heming didn't understand what the other party was talking about, and his finger was bitten as soon as he said two words.

"It hurts..." Ran Heming's eyes were red, and he yelled out this syllable pitifully, trying to make the other party show mercy and let him go.

But how could Boss, who had been hungry for a long time and had finally tasted fresh blood, listen to it? He just took a small bite, and the desire in his body not only did not disappear, but became more intense.

His mind is now occupied by the delicious blood in his mouth.

When the finger was released, Ran Heming thought he was let go, he saw blood from his finger and transparent liquid stained on the thin lips of the other party, it seemed that the impact was so strong that the brain forgot to escape.

"Well."

The stabbing pain in his neck brought him back to his senses, and then he found that Boss had been buried in his neck at some point. The pain just came from the other party biting his skin, and the ear was swallowing blood in his throat. sound.

He, he was bitten?

Ran Heming's heart skipped a beat.

It took a long time to accept this fact, and then there was a violent struggle. He slapped the opponent's chest vigorously, but his strength could not push the opponent even a little.

The hand holding him was like iron, and he couldn't break free at all.

The feeling of blood loss as if he was dying made Ran He frightened in his heart. Finally, because he had exhausted his strength and rested his chin on the opponent's shoulder, and had not been released after being sucked for so long, he felt that he must die, not to mention his heels were weak , What's more terrible is that his body began to heat up, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

He lay limply in Perth's arms, his face reddish, he took the aphrodisiac reaction caused by the blood race's saliva as a sign that he was going to die, grabbed Perth's lapel and began to cry softly.

Intermittently, pitifully.

In a daze, he forgot what he was going to leave, forgot to struggle, and thought in his mind: he was going to die young.