The beauty god is forced to love every day

Mu Tingxiao sat quietly beside the bed, lowering his eyes to hide his emotions, but the veins on his bony hands were bulging.

Showing the forbearance and restraint of its owner, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and the moment he raised his eyes, they were full of blood.

The person on the bed groaned in unbearable pain and subconsciously pulled at her clothes. Her flawless white face was covered with a blush.

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air, like dry grass that would ignite at the slightest touch.

Mu Tingxiao reached out and stroked Yan Qing's cheek, coaxing her softly in a low voice, "Qingqing, be good, it will be fine in a while."

Yan Qing was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, and felt hot all over. He instinctively moved closer to the cool object and rubbed the comfortable big hand.

"Mm~, so comfortable..."

Mu Tingxiao's breathing quickened due to the voice. He stroked the soft lips and kissed them with extreme tenderness.

The two of them were passionate and their warm tongues blended to comfort each other and fill their restless hearts.

Feeling something strange in his body, Yan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, realized something, and punched Mu Tingxiao in the face.

"Mad, get out of here!"

Mu Tingxiao's head was tilted due to the blow, a trace of bright red flowed from the corner of his mouth, his blue eyes were full of coldness, and he kissed the person under him roughly.

When had Yan Qing ever suffered such humiliation, not to mention that every cell in her body was clamoring for Mu Tingxiao.

No one can force him to do anything he doesn't want to do.

Gathering his strength, he kicked Mu Tingxiao over, grabbed a box beside him and threw it at him. His body was burning with desire and his rationality was disappearing bit by bit.

Following your instinct becomes a must.

Mu Tingxiao was hit on the forehead by the box, and blood dripped down from his eyebrows and eyes, dripping onto his fair skin, making him look extremely evil.

He tilted his head to look at Yan Qing, his thin lips moving slightly, "Why? Can't you be a good boy?"

Yan Qing bit her lips tightly, her beautiful peach-like face was full of mist, and she gasped heavily, "You deserve to die! Let me out."

Mu Tingxiao shook his head and walked towards Yan Qing calmly, "Impossible, the prey I set my eyes on never escapes, unless they are dead."

Seeing Mu Tingxiao getting closer, Yan Qing couldn't help wanting more and took an uncontrollable step forward.

He bit his lower lip tightly and tasted a faint taste of rust. Only then did his reason slowly return a little. Just as he was about to step back, his chin was pinched.

"Don't bite, it hurts." Mu Tingxiao pinched Yan Qing's cheeks on both sides and stuck his tiger's mouth in his mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue to commit suicide if she was forced into a corner.

Yan Qing glared fiercely at the tall and mighty man in front of her. Her body uncontrollably wanted to get closer, and the waves of desire kept hitting the boat of reason.

Seeing the little boat of reason about to sink into the sea of desire...

He absolutely didn't want this to happen. As the main god of the quick-travel game and the only member of the Nine-Tailed King family, how could he be inferior to others?

A look of determination flashed across her flushed eyes, "Since you want to destroy me, then go to hell!"

He picked up the knife and fork on the cabinet with his left hand and thrust them fiercely into Mu Tingxiao's chest, causing blood to splatter on his fair face.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them he saw only a bright red. The person on his body was still taking advantage of him, and did not let go of him at all because of the pain.

Yan Qing suddenly remembered that Mu Tingxiao had lost his sense of pain and didn't feel any pain at all, so he gritted his teeth and stabbed himself.

Pain swept through his body, and his desire instantly subsided. He looked up at Mu Tingxiao and smiled brightly.

"You can't have me, ever..."

Mu Tingxiao's light blue eyes were full of astonishment as he watched the bright red spread out, like a blooming red rose, brilliant and beautiful.

"You...dislike me so much...I'm not...a monster."

The last few words were drowned in his tightening throat. He stared blankly. When the blood fell on his hands, it was hot.

He reacted instantly, picked the person up and shouted, "Someone, go to the hospital."

When the housekeeper came out, he saw the master covered in blood, holding the unconscious Prince of the Yan family in his arms. He was immediately frightened.

This... is too much fun...

in the hospital.

As soon as they arrived, they went straight to the emergency room.

The housekeeper paced back and forth anxiously at the door, doing all the things he could do, just praying for the master's safety, otherwise everyone would die.

"What's going on? Why is he in the hospital?" a hoarse voice came.

The man was wearing a white coat and his silver glasses shone coldly. He walked hurriedly but still at a leisurely pace.

The housekeeper looked at the man and sighed, "You know that when I get mad, I will even stab myself. I'm afraid I've pushed him too far this time, and both of us will suffer."

Xiao Er pushed his glasses and said nothing, thinking about what the boss had taken from him today, and most likely he had failed.

But this shouldn't happen! The drug is so potent, how could it possibly turn out like this?

"What is the origin of that young man?"

"The only son of the Yan family, the richest family in Country A, the young master has gone too far this time. If the prince of the Yan family dies here, I'm afraid it will be difficult to settle the matter peacefully."

Xiao Er's expression froze, and he looked over uncertainly, "You said that young man is the prince of the Yan family."

The butler nodded. "That's right. The bounty posted on the Yan family on the dark web has soared to 1 billion. Both the black and white worlds are looking for them. It's only a matter of time before they are discovered."

Xiao Er looked at the red operating room light and sighed helplessly, "It hasn't been easy for me these years. I finally found someone I like."

"I didn't expect him to be such a tough guy with such a powerful background. I'll go find Xiaoyi first to find a solution. Let me know when the master comes out."

"it is good."

It was not until midnight that the door of the operating room opened, and Mu Tingxiao walked out expressionlessly, wrapped in white bandages and a bloody black shirt.

The neatly arranged abdominal muscles are exposed to the air, looking particularly strong.

This frightened the housekeeper, who quickly stepped forward and said, "Master, why don't you lie down and rest."

"No need." Mu Tingxiao stared at the unconscious person on the hospital bed. His silver hair was stuck to his forehead, his face was pale and weak, and his bright red lips were bloodless.

The whole person is as fragile as paper.

"Tell Xiao Er to wait at Mu Garden, we'll go back."

"Yes." The housekeeper turned around and called Xiao Er, then looked at Mu Tingxiao's back as he left, and then looked at the doctor beside him.

"Why didn't you give me anesthesia and let me come out like this?"

The doctor wiped the sweat off his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief, "Sir, I won't let you do that. You just sew it up like this. How much hatred do you have that you can even insert a knife and fork so deep."

The housekeeper also knew that Master Mu had a disease since childhood that made him lose his sense of pain. He fought his way through the cannibalistic Mu family and was shot five or six times at the most serious stage, but he still drank tea with a calm expression.

The blood was all over the ground, which frightened the old patriarch so much that he abdicated immediately.

My father was devastated by his wife's affairs and believed that my father had killed his mother, so he abandoned the three-year-old my father in the Mu family to fend for himself.

well! What a sin!