My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 57 Tooth Mark
Rong Xian's slender hand fell on the cold Buddha statue calmly, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and then he wanted to reach out to hold Wei Ban's back of the neck and lead her forward.

But Wei Wan subconsciously pinched his wrist, raised his phoenix eyes, and killed him.

Immediately, Wei regained some composure, and his eyes regained their coolness: "I thought it was my brother who returned to the slaughterhouse to kill people and silence them."

Rong Xian picked up the burden casually, supported her shoulders and put the side of the thick clothes behind her, then raised her thin hands and rubbed the hair on the back of her neck: "It's the ones that were bred earlier when I went back to the slaughterhouse." Feelings, how can I be willing to kill you."

Wei Wan leaned on the Buddha's back, pursed his lips and smiled, his phoenix eyes were somewhat seductive: "Brother still loves people."

Hearing this, Rong Xian raised his fox eyes, because the two of them were very close, lowered their heads and sniffed together, so it was easy to see the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and the pale color of her lips: "Brother But it’s not just hurting people,”

"Brother knows best, killing."

The tip of the knife hooked open the hem of the black robe, and the white greasy moonlight almost made the eyes dizzy. Rong Xian's hand holding the knife tightened repeatedly, and the next movement didn't touch her. A pair of fox eyes focused on the bleeding point.

Wei Wan chuckled lightly: "Jesus must be repaid, blood for blood."

The movements of his hands became more and more agile, but the hideous scars formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding icy muscles and bones.

"I heard from the female doctor in the mansion that I will be able to wield a spear and cut a sword in the future, and I will rely on my elder brother's skillful hand to sew. Now that I have a needle and thread, why don't you embroider flowers for me." Seeing the blush gradually creeping up on Rong Xian's ears, she His tone was trembling, but his face was really calm and unhurried.

"Why don't you embroider a tiger for you." Rong Xian gave her a sideways glance, the corners of his lips, which were used to smiling, straightened, and the strength with which his hands applied the medicine revealed his emotions.

Wei Wan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of pain escaped from his lips, but in a flash he looked at Rong Xian with a smile: "Yes, that's wild enough."

Rong Xian's bony hands suddenly froze, the color of his eyes covered by long eyelashes gradually became deep, cold and dark, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He leaned a few inches closer to each other, and the body heat was constantly flowing from each other. They were lowered, their noses were touching, their breaths were intertwined, and their fox eyes were locked tightly on those phoenix eyes:

"You can call,"

"You can cry,"

"You can be afraid of pain."

"Wei Wan, don't wrong yourself."

She looked straight at Rong Xian, their eyes facing each other, her fox eyes raised at the end, and her gaze swept over his face, nose bridge, lips, and chin inch by inch.

Suddenly, Wei Wan opened her lips with a faint smile, and suddenly she opened her lips and bit his neck. The sweet and fishy taste instantly filled her mouth, and red blood had already overflowed from the corners of her lips, and But she didn't let go.

The moment she bit her, Rong Xian raised his head, revealing his slender jade-like neck. His thin hands groped for Wei Wan's head, and he rubbed it soothingly. His face was lazy and leisurely, and his eyes were filled with laughter. Some strange reds.

It was as if he didn't feel pain, and he didn't care about his injury at all, just like a beast looking for food, and he was a stupid fox who washed himself up and sent him up, and he wanted to show his belly in front of the beast.

After a long time, Wei Wan let go, raised his thumb, wiped off the blood from his lips, raised his phoenix eyes, and his eyes fell on Rong Xian's bloody jade neck, where the neat teeth marks were impressively abusive.

Rong Xian lowered his head, ignoring the stinging pain between the movements, and wanted to raise his hand and make a fist to rub it away, but Wei Wan grabbed his wrist.

He raised his eyebrows and raised his lips: "Satisfied?"

"Does it hurt?"

Wei Wan raised the thumb that wiped the blood from his lips and scratched the teeth marks that were still bleeding. Before Rong Xian could respond, Wei Wan raised his head and leaned a little closer to him, just like he was leaning over. The tip of her nose was touching with his, and her eyebrows were smiling, but it didn't reach her eyes. "But I don't feel any pain for a long time, Rong Xian."

"Are you satisfied?" Rong Xian first raised his index finger and placed it against the corner of Wei Wan's mouth. Then, he stretched out his thumb and gently rubbed the lines on her lips. He raised his eyes slightly, and the candlelight in front of the Buddha shone with a dim yellow light. On the Buddha's back, sparse light fell on his lazy posture, blurring his outline.

But it is terribly seductive.

"Naturally satisfied."

Rong Xian picked up the medicine bottle with a calm demeanor, and then applied the medicine to her, but the movements of his hands were as delicate and gentle as a feather.

He was always resourceful and decisive, and he always knew what he wanted.

But just now when they were close to each other, when A-wan's teeth bit his neck, there was an emotion that was not loyalty, filial piety and justice, it was called throbbing.

The moment the unique cold fragrance on A Wan's body entangled with the clear bamboo air on his body, he was sinking, greedy, and wanted to devour his love.

He claims that he is not an upright gentleman, but he will never drag the moon to sink and get stained in the quagmire.

Rong Xian is a good observer of people's hearts, so Wei Wan should be attracted to him, but he doesn't like him that much either.

He likes Wei Wan, when was it?

Probably, it was the responsibility at the moment when he agreed to his father's loyalty to the king, it was the soft heart at the moment when Prince Huaiwu decided to raise her, and it was the companionship at the moment when he snuggled up to each other in the tiger and wolf den.

It was the lovesickness that after he cheated his death, he traveled around the world for ten and a half months and came back to see him once.

He thought he was loyal.

It wasn't until they crossed the line several times when they met again that he realized how wrong he was.

But Wei Wan is different, she likes it, but she doesn't need it that much.

A stinging pain brought back his drifting thoughts, and his blurred vision gradually became clear. The beautiful little girl was pressing the tooth marks on his neck with her jade fingers.

His fox eyes became deeper and deeper, and he hurriedly half-closed his eyelashes to cover them, for fear of scaring people.

He opened the silk fabric and was about to bandage Wei Wan, but he turned his head because of the sight in front of him. The material on the little girl's shoulders was half faded, and her skin was delicate and moist. If she wanted to bandage it, she would have to touch it.

Rong Xian pursed her lips, raised her fox eyes as if she had put on rouge, and squeezed the silk tightly with her thin and beautiful fingers.

"Doctor," Wei Wan curled his lips, lazily leaning on the burden, his phoenix eyes slanted over with a bit of playfulness, a bit of inquiry, and a bit of clarity, "This is the memorial archway at Zhengli Woolen cloth?"

Rong Xian's eyes were locked on Wei Wan's teasing face, and without moving even half an inch, he pulled the silk and passed it through Wei Wan's armpits, wrapping the person in his arms and folding the silk from behind. Then he wrapped the silk around it a few more times, until the greasy white color disappeared, and Rong Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Wei Wan squeezed his waist, leaned closer, and put his lips on his chin, with a lazy voice, very slow: "Brother, who is this chaste for?"

He froze all over, and then tensed up suddenly.

Wei Wan pulled out the silk in his hand, hung it around his neck, wrapped it around several times, covering the conspicuous tooth marks, and raised his eyes slightly.
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Writer's words:

Writer’s comments these days are always blocked, so they are added after the article (doesn’t account for the word count)
Regarding the number of words per day, I am really too lazy. If I can write more, I must write 4000 more, but not just 2000. Everyone will take care of it. A big tip will be titled and a chapter will be added.

A clear map of the countries is placed on Bobo, and those who are interested can go to [Guancheng-], it is not perfect and will be added according to the follow-up plot.

Also, don't bite your neck!Don't bite your neck!Don't bite your neck!It will bleed profusely!
(End of this chapter)