Spirit Hotel

Have you ever loved me for a second?

Small heard his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Jesse stared at him without blinking, silently waiting for his answer.

Small has an illusion.It seemed that if he kept silent, he would wait forever, even if it was forever.

He bit his lower lip and lowered his head slowly.

But there is no eternity between them, nor is there forever.Only the third elf prince and the patriarch of the witch clan, only deceit and anger.

Jesse stretched out his fingers, hooked his chin, and lifted it up gently.

Smarr's eyes had to meet Jesse's eyes full of treacherous and unpredictable turmoil again.

"Look at me. Answer." His tone was flat, but the strength of his words was beyond doubt.

……

The correct answer should be love.Only by answering in this way will he have a chance.

His heart was admonishing himself like this.

But when the words came to his lips, he retracted them again.

Maybe it's a trap?After speaking, you will be laughed at severely.

Jesse probably slapped him away in disgust, like a mosquito.

"Ryan." Jesse's voice was low, and there was a gathering of wind and clouds on his face, obviously becoming impatient.

Small smiled suddenly, "How do you want me to answer?"

Jesse stared at him silently, the treacherous turmoil in his eyes subsided little by little, and finally turned into a pool of stagnant water.He raised the corner of his lips, "Will you give me the answer I want?"

Small laughed at himself: "People are under the roof, aren't they?"

"Yeah, you're right. Since this is the case..." His hand suddenly reached out to the back of his neck, pinched his neck, and pulled him suddenly from the front.

Smal was taken aback.With such a distance, his lips could clearly feel Jesse's breath.

"Why should I be polite to you." After Jesse finished speaking, his lips were wrapped around his, and his tongue forcefully entered his mouth.

Small subconsciously wanted to retreat, but was immobilized by his palm.

"Hmm." Facing the domineering invasion of his tongue, Smarr stuck out his tongue and resisted vigorously.

But his resistance was vulnerable to Jesse's attack.

In no time Jesse had taken over the enemy camp and started licking every part of his mouth as he pleased.

Smarr felt that his body was gradually weakening, and a flame began to rise in his lower abdomen.

This feeling is very clear to him.

Because 1000 years ago, he was often defeated like this.

……

He opened his eyes suddenly.

But this is not 1000 years ago, this is 1000 years later!

The hands that were originally on Jesse's chest were pushed forward violently.

Jesse seemed to have expected it, and pressed him forcefully in his direction with his palm.

Smarr only felt a pain in his lips, and Jesse had already bit down on his lower lip.

The smell of blood quickly spread from his wound and dripped into his mouth.

Jesse gritted his teeth, licked the wound lightly with his tongue, and then let go.

Small pursed his lips and looked at him warily.

There was still blood stains on the corner of Jesse's mouth, the color was so bright that he wanted to rush over and wipe it off for him.

As if seeing his resentment, Jesse stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the blood away.

……

If it wasn't for sure that he was a [-]% Wu tribe, he would definitely suspect that there was a vampire hybrid in his body.Maybe some distant relative of King's.

Jesse's hand snapped across his face, "When facing me, don't think about others!"

Smarr's temper went straight to the top, and he quickly restrained himself, whispering: "When are you going to let me go?" After he finished speaking, he felt the hand holding his chin loosen a little bit.

"What if I say never let go?" Jesse smiled carelessly.

Smarr stared at him, "My brother will not agree."

Jesse raised his eyebrows, "Aside from your identity as the third elf prince, what else do you have?"

Small's fists clenched angrily.

He has never been an impulsive person. It can even be said that although he is willful in many cases, he is very cautious.But this time, for some reason, when he saw Jesse looking at him with such contemptuous eyes, he felt that the anger in his body was like a volcano, eager to erupt from the crater.

"I still have..." Smarr used wind magic to pull himself away five or six meters in an instant, then glared at him angrily, "Magic!"

"Wind blade!" He opened his palm suddenly, and countless sharp winds slashed at Jesse like a blade.

Jesse sat there contentedly and fearlessly, idly as if what was blowing in front of him was just a pleasant breeze.

Smarr watched in horror as the first wind blade brushed against his shoulder, his hand bounced off like an electric shock, and quickly changed the direction of the remaining wind blades.

Even so, two wind blades still grazed his shoulders and hair.

……

A strand of white hair fluttered to the ground.There are two drops of bright red blood on it.

Small took a deep breath to calm the restless beating heart in his chest, "Why don't you hide?"

"Why do you want to change?"

The problem is exported at the same time.

The two looked at each other.

In the end, Smarr looked away first, "You are bleeding."

Jesse lowered his eyelids, "If you are soft-hearted towards the enemy, you are putting yourself in danger."

Smarr opened his eyes wide, watching his palms slightly open, and his mouth moved quickly.Then his arm with the imprint of the slave began to heat up, his head slowly became dizzy, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

He only remembered that before he fell into a coma, Jesse's face suddenly magnified in front of him, and his smile...was more hateful than he had imagined!

……

Jesse hugged him, and after confirming that he was fainted, he gently touched the wound on his lips, "Fool, besides your identity as the third elf prince..." sighed, "And me."

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Small woke up slowly.

it's getting dark.

He moved and wanted to get up, but found that there was another person lying beside him.He didn't need to turn on the light to see, he also knew that this person was Jesse.

"If you're hungry, eat on the table in the living room." In the darkness, Jesse's voice was very distinct.

Small sleeps in the bed, and if he wants to get out of bed, he has to step over Jesse.He was silent for a while, "Is your wound bandaged?"

"No." In a calm tone.

"Why?" His tone was a little anxious.

"Not enough."

Smarr imagined that it was indeed difficult to bandage an arm with one hand. "Where's the medicine cabinet?"

"This is your house, don't you know?" There was a little teasing in his voice.

"...you've never been hurt." Every time he was hurt, Jesse bandaged him.So he never knew where the magic medicine box in Jesse's hand came from.

Jesse moved his body and said, "It's at the back of the cabinet in the living room."

Smarr groped silently, preparing to step over him and get out of bed.But when I touched it, I found that he had already retracted his legs to make way.

Hearing him getting off the bed, Jesse said calmly, "Remember to turn on the light, don't fall..."

boom.

"……wrestle."

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Turning on the light, Smarr came to the bedside with the medicine kit and found that his wound had been glued to his clothes.

"You..." He couldn't help but stare.

"This is the wound you caused." Jesse said indifferently, "Shouldn't you be happier seeing this?"

Small took out the scissors from the medicine box, and said bitterly, "Yes, I wish I could cut the wound bigger."

"Please." Jesse narrowed his eyes.

Small, scissors in hand, squinting, struggled with his sleeve, blood, skin.

After struggling for about an hour, all the fragmented fabrics were left.

Jesse watched as he finished applying the potion and prepared to bandage, his hand stopped in the air strangely. "Regret?"

Small put the gauze back in the medicine cabinet.

Jesse raised an eyebrow.

"I just just remembered that, as the third prince of the elf world, I unfortunately know the healing technique." In the past, he used physical therapy to pretend to be low-key and incompetent when he was injured.But now it has been exposed anyway, so he can finally cast magic with impunity.

A ball of golden light lit up in his palm, gently brushing over the wound.

Jesse felt the flesh on the wound frantically close to each other, healing.

"Okay." Small put away the medicine box.

Jesse looked at the pink scar on his arm, "This is the healing technique of the third prince of the elf world?"

"Compared to the slave mark you left on my arm, it is more beautiful and beautiful." Small's voice came from the direction of the living room.

Jesse got up and walked slowly to the guest room.

Smarr was eating his dinner slowly.

"Why save me?" Jesse stood by the door, looking at him with piercing eyes.

Smarr paused for a while while eating, then said nonchalantly, "I'm pleasing you."

"Oh?"

Small put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, turned his head and said seriously: "I can go back safe and sound only if I please you, right?"

"Really?" Jesse asked.

'yes. 'These two words swirled twice in Smarr's mouth, but he still didn't say it, just whispered: "I always want to go back."

"You really want to go back that much?"

……

Small found that since he came here, he couldn't answer any of Jesse's questions.

Does he really want to go back so much?

The answer should have been yes without hesitation, but he found that he hesitated.

Jesse obviously took his silence as an acquiescence, "In this case, I will tell you a way."

Smarr was shocked.He didn't know the reason for the strong disappointment in his chest, but he quickly adjusted and forced a laugh: "What method?"

Jesse looked at him with deep eyes as if he wanted to suck him in, "Cooperate well with me."

Cooperate?

How to cooperate?

Small's eyes couldn't help but flicked in the direction of the bed.

In fact, there was another reason for insisting on escaping.That's when he discovered that he couldn't refuse Jesse's courtship.Not only can't refuse, there are even signs of sinking.

He is the third prince of the elf world, how can he be happy and tactful under the body of a man?

His face flushed instantly, but he couldn't tell if it was from shame or anger, or even... something else.

Jesse's fingers lightly stroked his red-hot earlobe, and he said in a hoarse voice, "This is your only way."