Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

Why is the alcohol smell so heavy?And the closer to Ao Ran, the heavier it gets.

Thoughts flashed by, Jing Xiang didn't think deeply, she just sat on the edge of the bed and covered Ao Ran with the quilt.

I don't know the reason why she has been lying down and not going out, but Ao Ran's face is very pale, but not pale, but rather rosy, it seems much rounder than when she just returned to Zhiyao Mountain.

"Go back and rest, it's getting late." Jing Fan urged from behind.

Nodding, Jing Xiang got up and left, "Brother, you should go to bed earlier, I'm going back to sleep."

"Well, let's go."

The night was dark, the full moon was hanging in the sky, bright and dazzling, Jing Xiang was about to leave, but saw a dining table under the pavilion in the courtyard - two pairs of chopsticks, two wine glasses.

Jing Xiang was slightly puzzled, and couldn't help approaching, the scattered wine jars, paired bowls and chopsticks, and wine glasses, who was her brother eating with?

Jing Xiang picked up the wine jar and smelled it, the smell of wine came out——

It was exactly the same as what I smelled on Ao Ran just now.

Feeling more doubtful, Jing Xiang frowned and walked out of the yard, maybe her brother drank with someone, and when he was taking care of Ao Ran, the smell of wine also stained Ao Ran.

Jing Fan turned off the light and hugged Ao Ran in his arms. Recently, he has finally become more rounded and soft in his arms. Normally, he only dares to hook his fingers, hug his waist, and occasionally kiss him. Only at this time did he dare to push forward.

The man in his arms smelled of wine, Jing Fan put his hands around his waist, rubbed his nose against his soft neck, it was so soft and fragrant, it made people feel distracted, Jing Fan couldn't help but put his lips together Go up, tap a few times, but he was really not satisfied, he couldn't help kissing a few more times, leaving a red mark, people's desire is endless, always want more, after leaving a mark, He seemed to be addicted to drugs again, kissing her one after another, even biting the delicate skin on his neck and gently grinding it.

Ao Ran was a little unbearably harassed. She shrank her neck in her sleep and wanted to avoid it. Jing Fan gently hugged his thin waist and abdomen, patted and comforted him. After he was calm, he covered his lips and bit his. The back collar was pulled down little by little until a piece of whiteness was exposed. His eyes were dark, along the whiteness, dotted with red plum blossoms.

The soft skin of the other party is fascinating, and Jing Fan's breathing is a bit heavier. This kind of taste is not enough, he wants more, the close contact that night without any hindrance is like an addictive drug, with sobbing The uncontrollable sweet voice made him tremble all over as soon as he thought about it, it was so uncomfortable, he could hardly bear it anymore, but he had to endure it.

Panting for breath and trying to calm down the sultry desire, Jing Fan lightened his strength and kissed lightly.

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There was no dream all night, when Ao Ran woke up, the sky was already pale, he has been getting up early recently, and he has developed a habit, but maybe because he drank alcohol yesterday, he woke up late today, and his head still hurts slightly, but There was a tingling and itchy feeling on the neck and back, and Ao Ran scratched it. There were too many mosquitoes in summer, but the house should be lit with insect repellent incense, right?

"What's the matter?" Jing Fan asked with dark eyes when he saw Ao Ran scratching his back as soon as he came in.

"It's itchy, is the mosquito repellent incense not working?"

"Let me see." Jing Fan's heart was like a wild animal struggling with its claws.

"No need." Ao Ran glanced at him with a defensive look.

The more he was like this, the more Jing Fan felt itchy, but his face was solemn and serious, "Let's take a look, if it's a poisonous insect, it will be troublesome."

"No, it's not very itchy." Ao Ran hurriedly refused.

But Jing Fan has already started, tugging on his collar, and seemed to look at it seriously, "There are some red spots, it should be bitten by insects, I will apply some medicine for you."

The ointment is cool, and it is comfortable to apply on the neck. Jing Fan could see the red-stained back through the collar, and couldn't help swallowing, but he also knew how to measure it, and applied the medicine calmly. Just stop.

Seeing that he was so honest, Ao Ran didn't say anything, got up after getting dressed.

As a result, before he could stand still, he felt a pain in his chest, and then the overwhelming pain swept through his whole heart. The pain made his eyes black, and he almost fell to the ground clutching his chest.

Jing Fan saw that his face changed and he knew that he had a heart attack again. His body instinctively hugged him, and Ao Ran was already trembling with pain. His blood was made from medicine, Ao Ran could not accept drinking his blood, he had a heart attack and bit his mouth tightly, not opening his mouth, Jing Fan had no choice but to refine it into a pill, and forcefully stuffed it into his mouth If he can't spit it out, he can only swallow it obediently.

It was the same this time, pinching his chin and stuffing the medicine into his mouth.

After taking the medicine, the effect was immediate, Ao Ran panted to calm down, and the pain in his heart finally eased.

Jing Fan embraced him, stroked his back, and comforted him.

Ao Ran's hands and feet were weak, and when he lowered his head, he saw Jing Fan's exposed wrist. The knife marks were clearly visible. Compared with drinking blood directly, making pills requires more blood. Ao Ran clenched his fists and asked, "Does that hurt?"

Jing Fan was trying to explain that it was you who were in pain, why would he ask me if it hurts, when he lowered his head and saw his wrist, he said after a long time, "This pain is far worse than your pain, I'm sorry, really... sorry."

Ao Ran pushed him away, stood up, still staggering, "I'm going to wash up."

Yes, it was he who gave himself pain first, and his pain now is also retribution, so why do I feel soft-hearted and sympathetic to him?