Ling's body is still stiff. Yes, even at this time, if she shouts loudly, who will break in to save her?
To save her is to leave with Yi Jin as the enemy? Who would be so stupid!
And when she was in trance, his lips kissed her lips, pryed open her shell teeth, and asked for all her sweetness.
No! She doesn't want that!
Almost subconsciously, she took a bite.
At the next moment, her mouth is full of a bloody taste. Ling is still a spirited one. That's the blood of Yi Jin. She knows that she just broke his tongue.
But even so, he continued to kiss, forcing her to swallow his blood!
I don't know how long it will take. When the kiss is over, she only feels her lips are numb and the bloody breath in her mouth is very strong.
"Is it good to drink?" He whispered, his lips curved, a wisp of blood, sinuous from his lips.
His smile, set off by the red blood, was so gorgeous.
She opened her mouth, but the feeling of blood was stronger. A smear of saliva mixed with blood also flowed down the corner of her mouth.
He raised his finger and gently wiped the bright red on the corner of her lips. "It's the first time that a woman has drunk my blood. Sister, you have really broken many cases for me."
"Will you let me go?" She was very difficult.
"You just don't want to stay with me?" He asked, fingering her hair.
His movement is gentle, but her body can't help shivering, even the cold hairs on her body are standing up.
"I just want to... Live in peace." Every time she swallowed the saliva in her throat, it seemed that she was drinking his blood.
"Is it restless around me?" With a smile, he stretched his finger and jerked her clothes.
Suddenly, a piece of skin on her shoulder, exposed in the air.
Ling is still very stiff. She closes her eyes and doesn't move.
Since struggle is useless, all she can do is to bear passively.
When she was in prison, she understood that.
She can feel his lips kissing her neck, her clavicle, and his fingers touching her skin...
endure, endure, treat him as "ah Jin", not Yi Jin!
She kept talking to herself like this in her heart, but her body seemed to be unable to use this will to control it. She trembled more and more fiercely until a feeling of nausea, mixed with the bloody breath, came up...
"Oh!" Ling still suddenly opened his eyes and covered his mouth with his hands.
Then she felt the strength that had been holding her back. She went to the bathroom and began to vomit on the washstand.
"Ouch... Ouch..." she has hardly eaten today. Her stomach is empty. There is nothing but sour water.