After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

The moon and stars are scarce, and the night owls cry quietly.

Song Bihui suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

At this moment, his mouth was dry and his heart was beating endlessly.

He didn't know whether it was the faint singing of birds outside the window that woke him up, or the uncontrollable desire and pain that kept him from falling asleep.

He felt that the wound on his arm seemed to be split open, and it hurt like a sharp knife stirring in the flesh.

Outside the tent, Jiang Yufeng had already fallen asleep at the table with his head propped up.

His soft hair hangs down on his chest, his neck is slender, and his fair skin looks like fine jade under the faint moonlight. At this moment, his expression is serene and peaceful, and his breathing is soothing.

Song Bihui stared at the man, feeling that his desire for blood was constantly eating away at his sanity. He tightly grasped the bed board beside him, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

It seems that as long as Jiang Yufeng is in front of him, he can't be as indifferent and indifferent as he treats others every time, and his mood is always disturbed.

Each time, the man was crossing his line.

He could feel the barb on the bed digging into his fingers, but he longed for the pain, at least to drag him back from the brink.

After all, the wound on his arm was torn due to his actions, and the blood soaked through the white underwear and dripped onto the couch.

He couldn't help but hum softly, but this very weak sound still woke Jiang Yufeng up.

The man was a little stunned, and then raised his head to look at the gauze tent with bewildered eyes, and shouted "must return" with some doubts.

This sound almost made Song Bihui grit his teeth for a moment, almost being taken advantage of by that desire, but after a while, he still struggled and opened his mouth in a low voice, with a trembling voice, "Go out..."

But this made Jiang Yufeng wake up immediately, he stood up, frowned at the figure on the couch.

"Has the curse occurred?"

No one can resist the Curse of Endurance. This kind of curse can only be avoided, and Song Bihui is injured at the moment, so it is naturally completely restricted.

He approached slowly, but saw a pillow thrown out from the tent, "I tell you to go!"

The people in the tent seemed to be on the verge of endurance, but Jiang Yufeng calmly avoided the pillow and hung up the gauze tent silently.

For a moment, he smelled the strong smell of blood.

Song Bihui stared at him with red eyes in disbelief, but there was a bit of sullenness and powerlessness in his eyes.

"I can't find any blood now. It just so happens that I'm still alive. Can you just let it go?" Jiang Yufeng sat in front of his couch, and the man's voice was still so calm, as if no matter what happened to him, he could Be easily resolved in general.

But Song Bihui just clenched the bed board under his hand even more tightly and clenched his teeth.

His appearance at the moment seemed to be bullied by others, his body was soaked in cold sweat and blood, but he felt extra mature and sexy.

Jiang Yufeng's eyes fell on his hand that had been pierced into the wooden thorn, and he sighed helplessly, and opened his bleeding fingers bit by bit.

"I'm sorry." Song Bihui suddenly heard Jiang Yufeng say something in a low voice, and then raised his wrist in front of him, "If I were lying here now, you would help me, right? So you don't have to think too much What, I am voluntary, not accommodating."

Song Bihui felt that the string of rationality in his brain was suddenly snapped. He always thought that he could completely block all external temptations and desires.

But never expected that Jiang Yufeng was completely an exception to him.

He grabbed Jiang Yufeng's wrist and pulled him into his arms.

"Your injury!" Jiang Yufeng was taken aback, but suddenly he felt scorching breath on his neck, which made him feel his entire back went numb, and he lost his strength for a moment.

He had never felt this way before, he just felt that it was a mess, a sense of crisis and tension were rampant in his mind, he avoided the man's wound, and couldn't help but grasp his clothes tightly.

In the silent and dark environment, the hearts of both of them couldn't help beating wildly.

This kind of delusion-like distraction is simply an addictive drug, and it also led Jiang Yufeng into a cage.

But Song Bihui didn't say anything for a long time, just rubbed his nose lightly against his neck, which made him shrink back suddenly.

"Liar..." When his mind was shaking, Jiang Yufeng felt that he heard the man say something in a daze, as if it was his illusion.

But the tone of grievance and sadness in those words made his heart skip a beat.

But before he could recover, Song Bihui had already pulled off his collar, stepped forward and bit his shoulder.

At that moment, Jiang Yufeng only felt a tingling pain and passed it over, but compared with the pain, another inexplicable emotion filled his heart completely.

He could feel the blood draining slowly, and the touch of Song Bihui's warm lips, but he didn't know whether it was the man's sweat or tears that suddenly dripped onto his shoulders.

"I hate you……"