After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Chang Xiaoqing saw that Lin Mao was about to wriggle out from under his arms, and his eyes were reddened by an indescribable anger.

"Master! You are drunk!"

He growled angrily and in a low voice. While speaking, he rolled onto the bed, clamped Lin Mao's kicking legs with his knees, and pressed heavily on Lin Mao's shoulders with both hands, almost pressing his whole body on Lin Mao.

That Lin Mao's movements stopped suddenly, and he saw that his long crow-black hair was scattered behind his head, and his almond eyes stained with flushes were lifted up and stared fiercely at Chang Xiaoqing.

Chang Xiaoqing's breath stagnates.

However, before he could react, Lin Mao suddenly turned his head, opened his mouth and bit down on his wrist.

"Well--"

Chang Xiaoqing suddenly groaned.

Before Lin Mao bit someone, probably just because he was drunk and Chang Xiaoqing held him down, he wanted to vent his anger like that child.But when he really bit Chang Xiaoqing's wrist, things changed again.

The hand that was bitten by him happened to be the one that Chang Xiaoqing was injured today, there were wounds on the tiger's mouth and the palm of his hand that had not healed.

The faint smell of blood, to Lin Mao who is now in a daze, aroused his hunger and thirst even more than the thick wine.I saw his body trembling slightly, from biting to licking, his lips followed the blood, and finally stopped on the wound in Chang Xiaoqing's palm.

When he was not drunk before, it took him a while to carefully clean up Chang Xiaoqing's wound, but now he has no sympathy for the hard work he did before.Lin Mao eagerly sucked the little drops of blood slowly oozing from Chang Xiaoqing's cracked scar, his face was bright red, his throat rolled, and he whimpered from time to time—that expression was really indescribably charming.

With Chang Xiaoqing's skill, it was very easy to tear Lin Mao away from his body. However, seeing Lin Mao's appearance, he couldn't move, and was frozen in place dripping with sweat. It was like the fireworks at the Lantern Festival exploded, it was bright and noisy, and it was chaotic, even he himself didn't know what he was thinking at this time, the only clear thing was probably the sound that sounded in his dream. The sound of the golden ring rang like a ghost in his ears like a dream.Just when Chang Xiaoqing was blushing, and his blood was surging, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist - it turned out that the wound on his palm was too small, after the blood was licked clean by Lin Mao, there was very little oozing out.Lin Mao's sense of hunger and thirst was just aroused by this smell of blood. He didn't know how drunk he was, so he subconsciously bit Chang Xiaoqing again.This bite can be regarded as fierce, and in an instant Chang Xiaoqing had a bloody tooth mark on his hand, and he was almost about to be bitten off a piece of flesh by Lin Mao.

Chang Xiaoqing frowned, and looked down quietly at the tooth marks bleeding profusely, but Lin Mao happily pressed his lips to Chang Xiaoqing's wrist, gulping down the warm blood .

In the eyes of ordinary people, this scene is neither scary nor weird. Chang Xiaoqing also felt that Lin Mao's bloodthirsty appearance was not quite right. It might not be as simple as the nameless old man said that he was just short of energy and blood. But... Thinking that since then, Lin Mao's body is also dripping with his own blood, but Chang Xiaoqing only feels that his heart and body are full of indescribable joy and satisfaction, and he only hates that Lin Mao can't suck more blood It's better in the past.

After Lin Mao happily sucked up the blood from the wound he bit out, he couldn't resist the drunkenness after all, and slowly closed his eyes while holding Chang Xiaoqing's hand.

Seeing his ruddy complexion and even breathing, Chang Xiaoqing felt his heart skip a beat and stretched out his hand to feel Lin Mao's pulse.The result was just as Chang Xiaoqing expected, Lin Mao had been in poor health for many days and his pulse was weak, but at this time his pulse was extremely strong, no different from that of a normal person.

"It really takes human blood..."

Chang Xiaoqing murmured softly, wiped off the little blood left on Lin Mao's lips, then put the blood-stained finger between his lips and sucked it, the faint smell of iron overflowed from the tip of his tongue, Chang Xiaoqing On the contrary, there was a little joy in his eyes gradually.