Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

When Jiang Xinlian was looking for medicine, the string of beads originally worn on her wrist broke off without warning, and the beads "crackled" fell to the floor.

She was frightened and looked pale as the beads rolled to every corner and disappeared.

This was given to her by her sister, hoping that she would be safe, happy and go well;

She didn't wear it often. She had it on her wrist a few days ago, but she didn't expect it to be disconnected so suddenly today.

Li Xunting heard the sound and came over: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xinlian calmed down and smiled: "It's okay, it's just that my bracelet is broken. I've got everything. Let's go to the living room."

Li Xunting glanced at the beads scattered on the ground, said nothing, and followed her to sit down on the sofa.

As soon as he stepped into the villa, he smelled the smell of strangers. It was sweet and sour, which he was not used to.

He endured it for a while, but still couldn't hold it back, and released his own pheromones. The cedar tree drove away the annoying smell domineeringly, and then calmly restrained it after a moment.

Only the lilies were left clinging to the cedars in the living room.

Jiang Xinlian blinked, looked at Li Xunting, who had a normal expression, and then smelled the pheromones wrapped around him. No matter how you looked at it, this scene seemed a bit hidden.

"Ahem," she suppressed her laughter and pulled out the alcohol, "you, please lift up your clothes."

Li Xunting paused when she was about to take off her clothes, then lifted up her clothes and held the hem in her mouth to facilitate her disinfection.

Jiang Xinlian was soaked in alcohol, and she knelt down at his feet, facing Alpha's hot and unrestrained gaze, and looked closely at the wound.

There was a wound of about 15 centimeters, diagonally across the abdomen. Judging from the extent of the tear and the color of the blood, it should be a stab wound.

The injury was probably two hours ago, but it has been delayed until now. Doesn't he feel the pain?

Jiang Xinlian took a cotton swab and deliberately poked his wound. Shen Xin pretended, "Did I hurt you?"

"I don't hurt."

"That's good."

The location of the wound was a little lower. Jiang Xinlian couldn't exert any strength while kneeling, so she had no choice but to put her hand on the man's strong thigh, raised her face and asked him: "Is it okay?"

Even though she could clearly feel the tension in the muscles under her palms, she pretended not to know and tilted her head to look at him.

"what ever."

"Ah."

Jiang Xinlian put her hands lightly and applied the moist and cold cotton swab on the wound.

The only sound in the living room was the breathing of two people.

Li Xunting looked down at her. From this angle, he could only see the top of Omega's jet-black hair, and occasionally raised his white chin, revealing a faint touch of red on his lips.

She was so close that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin, and he ducked patiently.

Jiang Xinlian was stunned: "Did I hurt you?"

After thinking about it, he lowered his head and blew on the wound gently: "Will it feel better now?"

Li Xunting's body froze, and his palms tightened: "Much better."

"Then I'll continue."

This time, Jiang Xinlian moved very gently, for fear of hurting him again.

Li Xunting looked at the floor-length mirror hanging in the living room.

From the first time he stepped into Jiang Xinlian's residence, this mirror had been here, silently witnessing his wavering.

From ruthlessness to affection, from alienation to collapse.

When he was distracted, the cotton swab stopped at some point and stopped moving.

Li Xunting came to his senses and was about to ask "What's wrong" when the wound that had been exposed to the cold ointment suddenly felt a completely different warmth and moisture.

"you!"

He turned around suddenly, grabbed the woman's face, pushed her away, but didn't let go, just strangled her like this.

The wound seemed to still have the moist and hot touch, the fleeting sting, and the lingering numbness. He breathed unsteadily: "What are you doing."

The wide mouth of the tiger could cover half of Jiang Xinlian's face. Her mouth was covered and she could not speak, so she could only blink her eyes innocently.

There was no panic or escaping. There was a smile in the pure black eyes, looking at him dependently and expectantly.

Li Xunting slowly let go, staring with dark red eyes, seeming to have calmed down, but the rioting cedar pheromones told everything straightforwardly.

The pheromones in the air became thicker and thicker. Jiang Xinlian's face turned slightly red, her breathing began to become rapid, and she opened her mouth to gasp for air.

Strength slowly drained from her limbs, and she barely managed to hold on. Finally, her body softened and she fell backwards.

His broad and strong hands embraced her, and the two of them fell onto the carpet, each other on top of each other.

Cedar and lily fill every corner of the living room, intertwined.

Alpha's tall figure blocked her entire line of sight. She could only see her own appearance from those dark red eyes, and could only smell his scent in his arms.

Li Xunting rested his elbows on the ground and looked down at Omega.

Red lips, snowy skin, black hair like ink, extremely bright colors, bringing ultimate beauty.

"Mine, Sayuri."

He called her softly, unable to resist the temptation.

He raised his hand and pushed her long hair away, exposing the white back of her neck, and put it next to her ear: "I'm offended."

The surge of cedar pheromones flooded the Omega's glands.

The lily pheromones overflowed and slowly climbed up to Alpha's neck, forming a lily mark.

Mark completed.

Li Xunting licked away the blood and leaned into Jiang Xinlian's ear: "I'm going to start."

Jiang Xinlian's hands were weak and she gently grabbed his hair with her backhand: "You are still injured."

"It does not matter."

He covered her body, tearing the wound with his movements, and blood flowed on the woman's delicate white back. It was a very shocking scene.

"Blood......"

Jiang Xinlian felt something strange on her back and turned to look at him angrily.

The scarlet color at the end of the eyes is vivid and fragrant, the watery eyes are slightly squinted, and the red lips are open and closed.

His restraint, his coldness, were forgotten.

......

When everything was over, Jiang Xinlian lay on the sofa with her eyes half closed, her long and messy hair spread under her body, and she barely managed to put on a man's clothes.

The wound that had been treated completely collapsed. Li Xunting bit a roll of bandages and bandaged the wound neatly.

There was a flower mark on the side of her neck. Jiang Xinlian was sure it was something that had not been seen before and asked him, "What is that?"

"It's your mark," Li Xunting explained calmly, "I left your pheromones on my body."

Even though Alpha can mark multiple Omegas, Li Xunting doesn't care.

There is no way to share his feelings with more people.

All he wanted from beginning to end was the lily.

And now, he has her.

Li Xunting walked to her side, knelt on one knee, and touched their foreheads:

"After today, we will only belong to each other."