"Um... You... be gentle." Qian Mu Muyu closed his eyes. At worst, when Ming Rufan recovered his consciousness tomorrow morning, he would bargain with him. He turned around, lifted his sleeves and handed his white arm in front of Ming Rufan. His body temperature was surprisingly high, but his heart was cold.
"Dry Wood?" Qian Mu closed his eyes and waited for the pain to descend. In the end, he did not receive the feeling of being bitten for half a day. He carefully opened a gap in his eyes and just happened to meet the pair of blood red eyes, which were as black as an ordinary ink. The black pupils and the white eye were filled with blood color. Now that the situation was so unexpected, Qian Mu almost let out a cry of surprise.
To her surprise, Ming Ruofan could call her name at this time
