Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 627
"What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise.

Lu Zhiyao: "Take a bath."

Quan Jiu: "??"

"Didn't you just wash it just now..."

The man looked calm and composed: "I didn't wash it clean."

Quan Jiu: "????"

.........

The county's economic conditions are backward, and even the hospital is dilapidated and cramped.

The faucets and shower heads in the bathroom look old. Even though they look clean, they have a gray and ageless feel, very much like Hong Kong M City at the end of the last century.

In the bathroom, the steam was steaming, and the mirror was covered with a thick layer of mist, making it impossible to clearly see the figures of the two people opposite.

In the hazy mist, a slender snow-white wrist touched the worn-out blue-gray tiles.

The woman's joints are clear, her fingers are light white, and her five fingers are like a work of art carved from suet jade.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands tightly restrained this elegant and beautiful work of art.

The man's hands are twice as big as the woman's, the skin is not as delicate as the woman's, and the knuckles are much larger than hers. It is such a pair of strong and powerful hands, tightly holding her slender wrists, and nailing her snow-white arms to the wall superior.

Whenever her five fingers hang down weakly, the man's big hand is like a slippery loach, burrowing into her fingers and interlocking with hers.

When she regained her strength, the pair of big hands withdrew quietly again, and the tiger's mouth caught her wrist. Coincidentally, it just covered the ruby ​​bracelet.

.........

Quan Jiu lay on the hospital bed with limbs weak, and finally figured out what was the cause of the sudden disaster.

She pinched the man's waist: "Did you do it on purpose?"

This dog man, obviously jealous to death, made her wear the bracelet to take a bath...

Lu Zhiyao grabbed her troublesome little hand, took out the quilt, and checked it carefully.

"The wrist is a little red."

In fact, he didn't use much strength, after all, he was reluctant to punish her, but a woman is more delicate than water, and with a light grip, she can press out circles of red marks.

Quan Jiu slapped him directly.

Lu Zhiyao didn't hide, and slapped him on the chest, it didn't hurt, but it was like being scratched by a kitten, it was very itchy.

The man took her little hand into his palm, turned over suddenly, and pressed her under him.

"If you like this design style, I will ask someone to invite this designer over in the future."

He rubbed her snow-white neck with his fingertips: "I will set you a bigger gemstone and wear it here."

Quan Jiu gave him a contemptuous look: "It sounds like the behavior of a nouveau riche."

Comparing men, childish.

Lu Zhiyao smiled lowly, buried his head on her neck, his broken hair swept across her delicate skin, causing waves of itches.

"It's okay if you don't wear it, let you throw it around every day."

Quan Jiu: "..."

Sure enough, there are no poor people in the blood race.

The man kept lying on her body, his thin lips drifted between her neck, but he never opened his mouth.

Quan Jiu knew that he wanted to eat.

She swallowed, her throat rolling:
"Actually, it's not as exaggerated as Chris said... Once in a while, it's okay."

She is a god, and her lifespan is endless. If Lu Zhiyao didn't mark her, she might be able to live tenaciously and long after all the blood clansmen are dead.

However, she knew this fact, but the man in front of her didn't. Probably even if she said it, Lu Zhiyao would not try it rashly for her safety.

Every cell in Lu Zhiyao's body was clamoring for food, he endured it forcefully, just sniffing the faint deodorant on her body lightly, the tip of his nose rubbed against her collarbone from time to time, it seemed that in this way, the discomfort in his body would be can reduce some...

Little did he know that Quan Jiu was more uncomfortable than him.

Being rubbed around like a cat, but unable to take the next step, she kicked Lu Zhiyao, pulled up the quilt and covered herself in it.

Being thrown into limbo suddenly, Lu Zhiyao froze for a moment, wondering why she was angry.

"what happened?"

Quan Jiu's voice muffled from under the quilt: "Stay away from me."

Lu Zhiyao hugged her across the quilt, thinking about whether there was something wrong with him just now, and finally, he was astonished to find that she seemed to be angry after he refused to eat...

After figuring out the ins and outs, he couldn't help but find it a little funny. The other sacrifices were afraid of being sucked, but she rushed forward instead.

"Don't bore yourself out."

He pulled the quilt down, exposing her head.

Quan Jiu's blond hair spread out on the pillow, exuding a shocking messy beauty.

Lu Zhiyao held her face in his big hands, rubbing her face lightly with his fingertips: "Is the mark really so comfortable?"

He felt that she was more addicted to it than he was.

In fact, Quan Jiu is not entirely for his own enjoyment:

"Andrew said that after taking the perfect fit blood, there is no way to quit. Every time he stops eating, it will be very painful."

Lu Zhiyao paused slightly: "...he always speaks exaggeratedly, you know that it will be uncomfortable to stop eating, but it's not as uncomfortable as he said."

Quan Jiu raised his eyes and looked at him, his lake green eyes were clear and bright:
"I think so too, so after I asked Andrew, I specifically asked Chris again."

Lu Zhiyao: "..."

Quan Jiu's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly: "You said it's a coincidence, the answers of the two are surprisingly consistent."

Knowing that he couldn't be fooled, Lu Zhiyao sighed helplessly, grabbed her hand, and bit her lightly.

Quan Jiu negotiated with him: "In order to ensure that you don't feel uncomfortable, I have to provide you with blood. If you don't want to mark it, I can only cut my wrist with a knife and bleed myself every week."

Eating once a week is the eating frequency of most blood races.

"But if this is the case, it will do me no good at all." Quan Jiu continued to play the emotional card.

Bleeding yourself with a knife is just a simple loss of blood, and you can't get the benefits of marking.

Lu Zhiyao knew she was forcing him, he looked at the stubborn little woman, his heart warmed slightly, and he pulled her into his arms.

"I'll talk about this later, go to bed now."

Talking about it later is tantamount to a disguised rejection.

Quan Jiu sighed helplessly, thinking about asking Chris to do homework for Lu Zhiyao tomorrow, telling him that the blood of the gods is not as weak as he imagined.

Unexpectedly, the next day, when she put forward her idea, she was rejected again.

Chris: "Zhiyao's concerns also make sense. Since he doesn't want to, then don't force him."

Quan Jiu: "..."

She is a little messy.

In the original plot, "she" has been sucked by the brothers all the time, and was almost sucked and fucked by adults. This time, it is good, and she goes directly from one extreme to the other.

She wished she could unscrew her neck, hold it in front of Lu Zhiyao, and tell him that he could really suck it.

…………Dividing line…………

Ow!

Happy 520, babies, Bobobo!

(End of this chapter)