The little female is incredibly sweet and soft, healing the five evil beasts right from the start.

Chapter 165 Touch
Rong Fei's room.

When Jiang Mian returned, she seemed to notice that he hadn't drunk the medicine she had given him.

He gripped the vial of medicine with his long, slender fingers, the knuckles reddening, indicating he hadn't drunk it. His face remained very red, and his large, silver, dragon-bone-like lizard tail hung behind him, faintly glowing with a light red light.

Rong Fei seemed to notice her return, so he gently lifted his eyelids to look at her. His eyes were instantly filled with her image, as if there was no room for anything else. His image occupied his entire field of vision.

Jiang Mian felt a little embarrassed by such a burning and direct gaze.

She coughed lightly, walked to his side, touched his slightly flushed cheek, and asked softly, "Why haven't you drunk the medicine yet?"

"I don't want to drink the potion." Rong Fei grabbed her hand, tilted his head slightly, and gently kissed her rounded fingertips. "I want Mianmian's healing power."

His light red lips gently kissed her fingers, his voice soft and husky: "Give it to me, okay?"

Jiang Mian's cheeks flushed slightly. He clearly said he was giving healing power, but he made it sound like he was giving... well, you know. She must have been led astray by his train of thought. Rong Fei was definitely doing it on purpose, but she had no proof.

She quickly straightened up and naturally agreed, smiling slightly: "You don't have to drink the potion. I'll use my healing power to heal you."

As Jiang Mian spoke, she reached out her hand to his tail and gently stroked it, and a green healing power emanated from her palm.

Rong Fei gently placed his fingers on Jiang Mian's hand, his warm silver eyes tinged with a light red desire, his voice low and husky: "Mianmian, press harder."

Jiang Mian was just trying to calm him down normally, and didn't really think much of it, but his words reignited her anger.

She blinked repeatedly, glancing at the red, prominent veins on the back of her hand, then looked up into Rong Fei's eyes.

Those silver eyes were still gentle and warm, yet they also carried an undisguised, alluring, light red hue.

"If you're cured, you're cured. Don't say things that could cause misunderstandings." Jiang Mian poked his tail with her finger. "Even during his manic phase, he's restless."

"What did Mianmian misunderstand?" Rong Fei smiled.

Jiang Mian:......

She knew that once she said those words, this bastard would pretend not to know what she was misunderstanding and try to get her to say the things she couldn't say herself.

Sure enough, as couples get to know each other better, they become more and more unrestrained and passionate.

Jiang Mian's heart raced, and her cheeks flushed from his subtle flirting.

"There's no misunderstanding." Jiang Mian still couldn't bring herself to say it.

Rong Fei smiled slightly and gently rubbed her head.

Jiang Mian stopped talking and focused on helping him heal his manic phase, the green healing power of her palm spreading to the burning part of its tail.

Soon, the light red color slowly faded, turning into a pale pink, indicating that the heat had subsided. The palm of my hand also felt slightly cool, further confirming that the heat had indeed decreased.

"Alright." Jiang Mian looked up at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile. "Let's go to sleep."

After all, she felt that the orcs would be somewhat exhausted after their manic phase and would naturally need to rest properly.

"No, it's still a bit hot." Rong Fei put his arm around her wrist.

"Huh? Where is it still hot?" Jiang Mian paused.

"Mianmian, it's still very hot here." Rong Fei pulled Jiang Mian's hand and led her in a strange direction.

Jiang Mian's cheeks flushed instantly, her eyelashes trembling. That guy Rong Fei!
She was concerned about his health, but all he could think about was that kind of thing!

……

"Mianmian, you were so rough just now." Rong Fei hugged her, kissing her lips repeatedly, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. "I was just checking if you were fully recovered!" Jiang Mian feigned innocence, "Just giving you a check-up."

While checking, I accidentally used the wrong amount of force.

She really didn't mean it!
Jiang Mian kissed him for a long time, then got so angry that she bit his lip until it bled. She punched him in the chest, her eyes red and watery with rage: "Rong Fei, you better control yourself! I'm telling you, you won't be getting any meat for the next few days!"

This kissing maniac.

too frightening.

Kissing him always feels like drowning and being pulled out of the water, then drowning again, a constant cycle of suffocation and regaining air.

I felt drowsy and my head was numb.

The color drained from Rong Fei's lips, but he ignored it. Instead, he reached out and gently pinched her cheek, pressing his thumb lightly against her lips: "Baby, you're still not good enough. Practice harder next time and try to break through for a longer period."

Not enough kisses.

Jiang Mian had initially felt a little guilty looking at his bleeding lips, but after hearing those words, all guilt vanished. She slapped his hand away and went straight to bed.

"Baby, don't be angry." Rong Fei gently ran his thumb across his lips to wipe away the blood, but it seemed to make his lips even redder.

He didn't care, but went to Jiang Mian's side and gently coaxed her: "Baby, if you're angry, hit me, okay?"

Jiang Mian didn't know how Rong Fei could have such good lung capacity. Every time, it was as if he was playing with her, watching her get suffocated by his kisses, then letting her go, taking a short breath, and then kissing her again, repeating this over and over.

She tried many times to take the initiative, thinking she had gained control, but she was actually being led around by him.

He had complete control over the rhythm.

Jiang Mian thought this guy must be really good at teasing cats!
"Next time I'll take the initiative, you can't control me back," Jiang Mian said through gritted teeth.

Zhao Ci is so sensible; he always gives her control and lets her have the upper hand.

Even though it was a concession, it still showed that they were being considerate.

Upon hearing this, Rong Fei immediately understood and chuckled, "Okay, next time I'll give control to the master."

When he uttered the word "master," he clearly lowered his stance.

Jiang Mian gave a soft hum, which could be considered as her forgiving him.

Rong Fei licked his bleeding lips; the blood tasted metallic and not palatable.

However, he could still recall the thrilling, tingling pain of her teeth piercing his lips.

Ouch, I still haven't kissed enough.

Jiang Mian had no idea that biting his lips until they bled, and actually making him feel good...

She slowly fell asleep.

Rong Fei held her and slowly fell asleep.

Some people drifted off to sleep peacefully, while others sat listlessly until dawn.

Zhao Ci sat on the bed in Jiang Mian's room, remaining motionless until dawn.

Yes, we must secretly kill them! And kill the other bastards too!

That way, all of Mianmian's time will belong to him!
(End of this chapter)