Who wants to learn sewing skills while dating?

Chu Jun walked towards Mo Heng, and the roses instantly retreated, leaving a path for Chu Jun, as if to welcome him.

Seeing that Rose really listened to him and obediently retreated to wait by the side, Chu Jun felt depressed.

The probability that he is the BOSS suddenly increased from 50% to 99%.

What about the remaining 1%? Naturally, it was the last bit of luck Chu Jun held in his heart.

Chu Jun felt that his luck was really good. Among dozens of NPCs, he only picked the BOSS.

Look at the "poor little thing" trapped in the rose. Its battle-damaged state is really pitiful, and it seems a little crazy.

The blood has flowed onto his crutch, but he didn't know how to deal with it and just stared at me!

"Hey." The boy asked, his favorite leather shoes squeaking on the stones. "Are you alive?"

The moment Chu Jun walked into the encirclement, the little roses seemed to be under some kind of coercion. They disappeared from Chu Jun's sight in an instant and retreated outside the safety line.

It was just that their movements were too big and they accidentally shook off some petals. The rose petals scattered and it started a rose rain.

"It feels pretty good." Mo Heng used his uninjured hand to pick up the rose petals that fell on his hat, and crushed them into powder with a light pinch.

Chu Jun saw Mo Heng's expression and realized that his clothes were not messy at all except for his injured arm. She knew that her worries were in vain. This guy was fine!

"My arm is injured. Can you bandage it for me, young master?" Mo Heng raised his left hand slightly, then lowered it again as if in pain.

"You said you wouldn't bother me." Although Chu Jun complained, he walked to Mo Heng with heartache.

Chu Jun suddenly grabbed Mo Heng's wrist and lifted his arm, then took a closer look at the wound.

Little Rose didn't hit too hard, and the wound was relatively clean, with no thorns left inside.

"Hiss~" Mo Heng's voice was a little miserable.

"Does it hurt?" Chu Jun naturally heard Mo Heng's pretentious voice and looked up at Mo Heng's eyes.

"Young Master, perhaps you could be gentler." Mo Heng frowned and shook his head slightly, as if he was trying hard to endure the pain.

In reality, Mo Heng didn't feel any pain at all, but he had noticed that even monsters in dungeons would first pay attention to the crying child. Mo Heng felt that this principle would also apply in this situation.

The blood that had just flowed out of his body was bright red, and the surface of each drop of blood was round. If you didn't look at his bloody wound, the color would still look a bit like rose soup.

Chu Jun swallowed unconsciously, and seemed to smell a very fragrant smell at the tip of his nose.

Chu Jun pulled Mo Heng's arm closer, and Mo Heng took two steps forward, and the distance between them suddenly became very close.

Mo Heng could smell the mixed scents in the air, the fragrance of roses, the smell of blood and...

The cold fragrance of the young man.

"What is it?" Mo Heng felt that the aroma was extremely familiar and leaned forward slightly to smell it more carefully.

Mo Heng's wound was just a palm's distance away from him, and Chu Jun understood it now.

He wanted to drink Mo Heng's blood.

"Hmm. So let's just raise the 99% probability to 99.9% for now."

Chu Jun suppressed his suddenly aroused appetite, bit his cheek, and tentatively wrapped the cloth around Mo Heng's arm: "Alright."

Mo Heng was a little dazed when he was suddenly pushed away. He turned his head to look at the bow tied on his arm before he came to his senses.

"Thank you." Mo Heng hadn't figured out the source of the fragrance on Chu Jun's body, and was a little absent-minded.

Chu Jun glanced at the wound on the back of Mo Heng's hand that had stopped bleeding, turned around and prepared to go back.

Turning his back to Mo Heng, Chu Jun licked his teeth.

Sure enough, the canine fangs were too sharp. If their growth was not suppressed, they would probably be able to easily pierce human skin.

When Mo Heng saw the young master suddenly leave him and walk away, he came back to his senses and quickly caught up.

"Young Master is angry?"

The young master didn't answer, but just walked forward.

Mo Heng changed his hand to hold the crutch, and the ring on his finger swayed in front of Chu Yun again.

"Give me back my ring."

"No."

"You don't keep your word."

"If I apologize, young master, will you forgive me?"

"No forgiveness."

"I can exchange something else with the young master."

[Tsk tsk tsk, 'I can trade something else with the young master~', so humble, so humble]

[The way they were standing just now, I thought she was going to kiss me! So disappointed!]

[But we couldn't see it even if they kissed! The live streaming porn ban is too strict!]

[It's clearly a survival game, why make the live broadcast so simple? We've seen all sorts of things!]

[To be honest, even if the boss held me down, I wouldn't dare look. I don't know when I'll be silenced.]

He's still as crazy as ever! That rose is poisonous, and any wound would hurt like hell!

[Does anyone know this copy? ]

[Low key, low key, seeing this mouthful of roses reminded me of having been to this garden before, but I didn't enter the castle because I couldn't break through the defenses of these flowers.]

[Luckily I didn't get in, otherwise I would have been courting death by entering the A-rank dungeon.]

[Those who had gone through it before were too scared to speak, but those who had just escaped death are crying]

[Low-level players can enter high-level dungeons, but not vice versa. This is a rubbish game.]

[Speaking of which...why doesn't the boss use "Champagne Rose" to control the beauty? Interesting?]

I want to witness the power of S+ items firsthand. Look at me, boss! Actually, I want to see you play (not really).

【Holding hands, holding hands! 】

···

"You are so rude. I didn't agree to let you hold my hand." Chu Jun shook it off but failed to get rid of the "dog-skin plaster". Instead, a ring was put on his hand without him knowing when.

"Another apology?" Chu Jun felt that Mo Heng carried too many gadgets with him. Why did he have anklets, roses, rings, and so on?

'Isn't he a playboy?'

Chu Jun looked at Mo Heng's fancy clothes and became more convinced.

'No wonder she's so good at dressing up!'

Chu Jun raised her hand and looked at the ring Mo Heng had put on her. It was just an ordinary plain ring, not even bothered to carve a pattern.

"Give me this?" Chu Jun raised his eyebrows, his disdain obvious.

Such a plain ring wasn't even worthy of entering his room.

"Mo's family is not wealthy, and I really don't have anything worth showing off."

Mo Heng lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was not telling a lie.

Chu Jun glanced up and down at Mo Heng, and finally his eyes fell on his face.

"I think Mr. Mo has a nice face. Why don't you stay here with me..."