[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

In the quiet infirmary, only the sound of armor rubbing against each other and the beeping of the instrument recording Bruce's heartbeat could be heard.

The black-armored and white-haired figure half covered Bruce's body.

Ryan put his hands on Bruce's ears, his legs pressed against the edge of the bed, and slowly leaned over to keep his armor from touching Bruce's body and wounds.

However, the cold air from the armor still spread to Bruce's bare upper body through the air.

Bruce clearly felt the presence of another person invading his domain, beyond the safe range.

In fact, Bruce just kept motionless and pretended he was still unconscious.

He clenched his fists calmly, and goose bumps appeared on his muscular muscles due to the cold and discomfort.

White soft hairs fell on Bruce's chin, tickling him a little.

Bruce really wanted to reach out and scratch or take away the hair that didn't belong to him. Anyway, he shouldn't be passive and bear all this like he is now.

He told himself to calm down in his heart.

He needs to know the purpose of Ryan approaching him through contact with Ryan. This is an excellent opportunity.

However, when Ryan's warm breath sprayed on his cheeks, and it became cold because of the cold air around him.

Bruce couldn't help but froze his body suddenly. Through the thin eyelids, Bruce could see a black figure almost face to face with him.

too close.

This has not only exceeded the safe distance, but also reached another distance, an ambiguous distance.

Similarly, the icy atmosphere between them has also become a bit charming.

Bruce, who sensed what Ryan might be thinking, immediately wanted to do something.

It's like knocking Ryan down, choking him, beating him so that he can't resist.

Until the vomited blood stained the fair cheeks and white hair red.

Until those saffron eyes no longer looked at him with indifference, irrelevance, or control, but looked at him with tears in their eyes.

He would then pin down Ryan, growling and questioning the purpose of all his actions.

But in fact, Bruce just spread his thoughts and did nothing.

His brain seemed to be out of the control of his thoughts, and he ordered his body to relax, relax his muscles, and slow down his heartbeat, just like a comatose person should look like.

It was as if his brain was anticipating what Ryan would do next.

Ryan lowered his red eyes, staring at the sleepy Bruce with closed eyes, his eyes were full of interest, and Ryan, who was linked with divine power, naturally knew that Bruce had woken up long ago.

Ryan had counted the time Bruce would wake up to lean over to look at him.

But since Bruce wants to pretend, then he can just pretend that Bruce hasn't woken up, which doesn't affect Ryan's actions at all.

So Ryan stretched out his hand, his cold fingers gently and gently smoothed the unconsciously wrinkled skin on Bruce's forehead.

Just when Bruce closed his eyes and wondered what Ryan would do next, he held his forehead with both hands, and forcefully pulled his face upwards.

The cold lips first pressed against his forehead and kissed his forehead.

Then kissed the eyelids, the tip of the nose delicately...

Bruce's heart also raised subconsciously. He waited, with a fire in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether it was the expectation of Ryan's behavior or anxiety about Ryan's purpose.

He had to be thankful that he was a man, and he was a man who often hangs out in various romantic places, so he could easily remain calm and calm when dealing with this kind of thing.

It's more important than Ryan getting close to him and taking out a knife to wipe his neck, or using magic to try to manipulate him and get something in his body, like his genes.

This development is still acceptable.

If Ryan really has such thoughts about him, this is a good point to take advantage of.Bruce told himself this in his heart, and at the same time completely relaxed and let Ryan's behavior go.

Ryan lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes wrapped those colored eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.

He gently pressed against Bruce's lips. Ryan's lips were not soft, and there was a thin layer of lip skin on them, which was caused by being in the cold outdoor environment for a long time in winter. Bruce's lips were a little prickly when scratched. pain.

He just pressed against his lips lightly, without making any excessive movements, like a piece of paper fell on his lips, light and motionless.

Some itchy.

Just when Bruce couldn't help moving, Ryan withdrew and bit Bruce's lower lip fiercely with his clean teeth. Suddenly, blood gushed out, and the tearing pain made Batman's muscles tense instantly.

He didn't hesitate anymore, opened his eyes, pinched Ryan's warm neck that wasn't covered by the metal collar with one hand, the protruding cervical vertebra was against Bruce's palm, and the other hand grabbed Ryan's waist.

After a while, Ryan was dragged onto the hospital bed by Bruce, and Bruce's position was reversed, and now Bruce was on top of Ryan.

Bruce's bent knee pushed away Ryan's legs, and his palm pressed hard on Ryan's neck to control his movements.

Ryan stuck out his tongue and rolled all the blood remaining on his lips into his mouth, and smacked his lips.

He stared at the pair of gray-blue eyes on the top of his head, which were clearly backlit, but those eyes were quenched with blue phosphorous fire, as if they were glowing, like a beast lurking in the dark night, watching with a cruel look. catch the prey below.

The muscles of Bruce's whole body were tense, blood was stained under his lips, and his handsome face was tense. Both his appearance and his preparation for battle were extremely fierce.

The warm blood fell on Ryan's cheek, which was a little itchy. He wanted to reach out to touch it, but he thought that he was still in a state of being controlled by others, and more importantly, his hand was pressed under him by Bruce.

He's sure to touch Bruce's wound if he moves, and he doesn't want the freshly bandaged wound to bleed again because of some small mistake of his.

So Ryan didn't move, he just raised his head and blinked innocently, his brows and eyes were curved, and he stared at Bruce's deeper eyes with a smile on his lips.

"Ah, you found out."

It was the first time Bruce saw Ryan laughing.

Ryan is his half body, another self.

In most cases, they maintain the same expressionless expression as Bruce, indifferent and expressionless.

Now Ryan smiled, the distance accumulated on his face was like melting a glacier, leaving only a piece of spring.

Bruce paused.

I have to say that Ryan Brea's face is very moving. When he is not smiling, he is intimidating for no reason and has a strong sense of distance. Once he smiles, it is like a flower falling into a pool of water, swaying in circles of spring ripples .

It's hard for people to take their eyes off his face, or to turn him down.

"I thought you wouldn't wake up?"

Bruce heard the teasing in Ryan's words.

"Shut up."

He stretched out his fingers expressionlessly and made a move that he didn't expect. He wiped away the drop of blood on Ryan's cheek.

Warm fingers touched the smooth and cold cheeks, both of them were taken aback for a moment, Bruce wiped away the blood stains without changing his expression, thinking about the reason why he should have made this action in his mind.

He was about to retract his fingers as if nothing had happened, but Ryan suddenly raised his head and bit Bruce's fingers that he hadn't retracted in time, following his retraction.

Bruce froze in place, he watched Ryan's dog-like eyes shining with light, but the corners of his lips raised more like a nasty joke, but his expression was so sincere.

Instinct tells Bruce that he should pull his finger out of Ryan's mouth.

But when the clammy tongue, which was colder than the fingertips, tentatively licked the fingertips.

Bruce still didn't choose to pull his fingers out, his throat rolled, it's not difficult to get himself out of this beautiful environment, but does the current environment require him to get out of it?

The soft and cold tongue curled around his fingers, biting gently and delicately, his teeth biting his nails lightly.

Like a tiny poisonous snake wrapping around his neck gently and obediently, making you think he is harmless.

The slightly salty taste belonging to Bruce's fingers was swallowed by Ryan.

He half-closed his eyes and gnawed on Bruce's finger carelessly.

He knows that Bruce's thinking is sinking and struggling. He is 'Bruce', but Bruce is not him. He can penetrate and simulate Bruce's thinking, but Bruce cannot simulate him.

He only shows Bruce what he wants Bruce to see.

This is the gap between the two of them.

Bruce clearly knew that Ryan was not a captive cat, but the most dangerous predator.

When the beast approaches in the most harmless manner, it often means that he is about to hunt the prey, but he has the most deceiving beautiful fur and bright eyes.

Even Bruce, who knew there was danger ahead, couldn't help but hesitate to stop.

So when Bruce let down his guard, the real hunter showed his fangs.

Ryan gently rubbed Bruce's finger with his canine teeth, and then bit it off without hesitation. The blood immediately flowed into Ryan's mouth along Bruce's finger, and the fishy-sweet taste poured into Ryan's throat. blood.

However, Bruce didn't pull out his fingers, instead he let Ryan swallow the blood gushing out of his hands. He frowned, his expression was not angry or cold, and he just looked at Ryan with a thoughtful expression .

Ryan narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at Bruce's expression, not missing any subtle changes in Bruce's expression, but he couldn't understand what Bruce's expression meant, nor could he figure out what he was thinking.

Ryan didn't let go of his teeth. In this position, his teeth rolled, and more blood gushed out from the place where the fangs rolled over. He swallowed the blood until the whole mouth was filled with the taste of Bruce's sweet blood. .

Because the finger was rubbed viciously by Ryan, the blood loss was too much, causing the finger to feel cold and numb. This is a sign of blood loss, but Bruce didn't care much, because he didn't think the lack of blood from a finger would make him How about, how much blood can one finger have?

Is there 50cc?

Ryan didn't like the taste of blood, let alone drink it. He had paid too much for provocation and testing the limit of Bruce's tolerance for teasing.

Ryan was a little overwhelmed, how could Bruce have no reaction?

Ryan felt bored. He wrapped the tip of his tongue with divine power, and licked Bruce's fingers casually twice. The fingers wrapped in gentle divine power were slightly warm, and the fingers were no longer numb, and felt a little itchy.

Bruce moved his fingers, stirred in Ryan's mouth, and got a warning look from Ryan.

Seeing Ryan let go of his finger, Bruce withdrew his finger, and he watched that finger.

The wound on the finger has almost healed, leaving only a circle of obvious tooth marks, especially a canine tooth mark, which is extremely obvious.

The whole body is cold and has no temperature, can disappear into black mist, lurks in the dark, only appears at night, sucks blood and saliva can secrete factors that promote wound healing.

If Ryan is a vampire, then it all makes sense.

Ryan:?