The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

"What do you know?" Duan Qichi asked him unusually calmly.

Ji Xuemian's body was covered with wounds, it was really painful.

Blood dripped all over the floor, and endured, "I don't know anything, I'm waiting for you to tell me."

Duan Xichi was slightly taken aback when he heard the words.

Ji Xuemian curled up her knuckles and tapped Duan Qichi who was still in a daze, looked up at him, and Duan Qichi looked down.

"Ok?"

Duan Qichi kicked aside the teapot decorations that had fallen all over the floor, and half knelt down.

"I can't walk anymore." Ji Xuemian raised his chin and lowered his eyes to signal.

His white clothes were blood red and glaring at the moment, and the hem rolled up to his ribs during the fight with Zhao Yu.

But a section of snow-white and slender skin was exposed.

Duan Xichi's palm stroked along this section of skin.

Against the bright red clothes, Ji Xuemian's skin was so pale that it seemed to be transparent.

This scene hit his eyes hard.

Ji Xuemian seemed to be burned by the burning heat in his eyes.

Only then did he notice that his appearance was indecent, and just as he was about to take off his clothes, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Don't look." Ji Xuemian interrupted him, struggling to stand up.

Duan Qichi didn't stop, and said coldly, "It's all Zhao Yu's injury?"

"Probably." Ji Xuemian frowned, and was about to speak when Duan Qichi carried her to the table.

The boys and girls hid away in fright, the confusion of taking drugs dissipated, and even wept softly.

"Get out," Duan Qichi ordered mercifully.

The addicts sitting in the house in a mess. The gentlemen were so frightened that they dared not make a sound. Hearing this, they seemed to have received a great gift, and ran out numb.

There was no one in the room, the window had been broken by Duan Qichi long ago, and the smell of drugs gradually dissipated.

Duan Qichi seemed to be very concerned about Ji Xuemian's knee wound.

He lowered his head, and pressed it lightly, the warm mossy face licking the wound.

Ji Xuemian wanted to tell him, the more you squeeze, the more blood you bleed.

But he still didn't make a sound, until Duan Qichi finally turned the wound white, he stepped on his shoulder with his foot.

Ji Xuemian felt slightly uncomfortable because of this movement.

"This is not a drug, you won't be addicted to it." He slowed his breathing and asked with his eyes closed.

"What?" Duan Qichi grabbed his ankle and trampled on him fiercely, as if trying to tear off his joint.

Ji Xuemian realized that the force was wrong, it was too heavy.

He seemed to have been in this room for too long, and his mind was affected by drugs.

Is he really taking drugs?

Ji Xuemian was taken aback, and just about to speak, another tingling sensation came from his ankle.

It was the wound that had just been opened by the chains that was at work again.

It's not just wounds, either.

Duan Qichi picked up a piece in his mouth and kept rubbing his teeth until it came out red.

He let go, as if he really lost his mind, and asked again extremely slowly: "What did you say?"

He raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and looked up along Ji Xuemian's ankle.

There was a wound on the slender and fair tui, indicating the fierce battle with Zhao Yu just now.

It's just that the movement of him raising his tui was unnatural——

Duan Qichi's eye sockets were already red, and his breathing became a little heavier.

"why?"

His eyes began to search, and finally glanced at the small box containing Zhao Yu's utensils.

He stared at the box with a straight line of sight, his sharp side face was hidden in the smoke of the drug, looking extremely stern.

Ji Xuemian looked at him with red eyes and drooping eyebrows. When he wasn't smiling, his whole body was too fierce, and his lines were particularly stern.

"Did he touch you?"

The voice was more serious.

Ji Xuemian followed his gaze, and when she heard this, she understood in her heart that Duan Qichi might have misunderstood something when she saw these things.

Ji Xuemian turned her head, looking at Duan Qichi's frightening expression from the corner of her eyes, she wanted to scold him for thinking about something, but after thinking about it, don't break up with irrational people, she said slowly: "No."

Duan Qichi's eyes narrowed for a moment, his expression quickly relaxed, and he buried his head in his neck.

He spoke lightly: "I said, touch you..."

Ji Xuemian immediately knew what he was referring to.

"There."

Ji Xuemian turned her head to one side, her face flushed red: "Did you tell me..."

"Don't coax me."

Having said so, he went looking for it without permission.

He ignored it, pressing and rubbing.

Gradually, he became irritable and repeatedly confirmed where he belonged.

Ji Xuemian subconsciously wanted to close it, but he opened it again, stubbornly seeking an answer.

"Um……"

Ji Xuemian couldn't resist him.

"enough……"

"Hey, let me see."

Duan Qichi didn't listen, and comforted him as if to comfort him, "I don't want you here."

Ji Xuemian could only close his eyes tightly, clasping his shoulders with his palms.

It was just like this that he involuntarily probed for a long time.

There was silence outside the door, and there were messy scenes of fighting everywhere, Ji Xuemian was afraid that someone would come in at this time and see this scene.

Although Duan Qichi was very attentive, his eyes kept looking at his face.

The cold eyebrows were stained with temperature, it was clearly a beautiful face, but the slightly raised eye ends were stained with a deep, drowning red like ink.

Ji Xuemian only felt that he was being pried open by him, and it was getting more and more excessive.

This indescribable feeling made his heart beat like thunder, but he remembered every scene of them inappropriately in his mind.

It wasn't until the temperature of each other became abnormally high that Duan Qichi was willing to let him go and retreated.

Ji Xuemian's eyes were already red as if she was about to cry.

He wanted to scold him, but Duan Qichi beat him, and said coldly in a hoarse voice: "Even if I didn't, I would make his life worse than death, and being a human pig would be cheap for him."

Ji Xuemian almost couldn't bear his ass temper, and when he got angry, he also had something to ask him: "Then you really don't explain the drug thing to me?"

"It's not what you think." Duan Qichi just explained this sentence, but Ji Xuemian's jaw was clamped by him again.

Another crazy kiss.

Not wanting to see him go crazy, Ji Xuemian wanted to push him away, but he grabbed his wrists and pressed him on his head, unable to struggle.

"Let go, let go..."

Ji Xuemian finally turned his head and let out a few low voices.

"...Duan Qichi, wake up, don't be fooled by drugs anymore."

Duan Qichi looked at him obsessively, his frenzied eyes were no longer clear.

Ji Xuemian's face was still in embarrassment, dripping with blood.

His bony and pale fingers were clenched into balls, hanging down weakly, resting on Duan Xichi's head.

Silently penetrated into his hair, grabbed the hair, and pulled him back: "Do you still know who I am?"

Duan Qichi was forced to raise his head, just looking at him, his pupils began to shake.

The beautiful phoenix eyes of the person in front of me are filled with two balls of water vapor, just because kisses obstructed breathing, resulting in physiological tears.

The blood made his skin white. Although he was still so indifferent, it seemed to be stained with longing, luring people to possess him.

"Ji Siling."

Duan Qichi opened his mouth to hold the tip of Ji Xuemian's ear, very upset.

He said to himself: "I can't let others see you."

Duan Qichi thought for a moment, he was only wearing a dark green robe, which he tore off casually, and stood up with his back bare.

The man's stature is slim and tall, and his well-proportioned and smooth muscles are full of aggression. The wildfire pattern carved by Ji Xuemian himself on his shoulders looks even more arrogant and willful.

But when he looked at him, Ji Xuemian found some fresh scars on his body, which were freshly healed.

It's really hideous.

Ji Xuemian endured the slight pain in his ears, and resisted the urge to slap him, "How did you do it?"

Duan Qi didn't reply, but leaned over.

From Ji Xuemian's slightly open collar, he took off his coat bit by bit.

His eyes and Ji Xuemian's looked at each other, as if looking at the prey he was hungry and hunted hard.

Ji Xuemian instinctively told herself that it was very dangerous, so run away.

He refused: "You can't go crazy here..."

He was kissed hard again, without any rules.

Like a wild beast hissing, entangled.

Ji Xuemian raised her knee impatiently and bumped into his hip bone.

Duan Qichi was stimulated by the surprise attack, but the kissing action became even more fierce.

Ji Xuemian's clothes had been made sticky and sticky. Human blood was hot when it first flowed out, but it became cold after sticking to the skin.

Ji Xuemian was wiped clean by him, but Duan Qichi didn't continue to be a bastard as he expected, but covered him with his robe, rested his head on his head and hugged his feet while hugging him.

Ji Xuemian finally put his mind at ease, covered by his clothes, he said in a muffled voice, "Are you going home?"

Hearing this, Duan Qichi lifted up his clothes, exposed his head, looked at his misty eyes and was slightly absent-minded.

Duan Xichi said nothing, kissed his cheek, locked his gaze firmly, his black eyes were deep and deep.

"Go home and feed you."

Ji Xuemian frowned, puzzled, "Hey what?"

His voice was a little shocked, a little wronged, Duan Qichi knew he had misunderstood, and explained quietly: "You are hungry, I will feed you."

After that, his eyes went dark, and when he opened it again, he had already returned to the Prince Regent's Mansion.

Not long after, the table was full of dishes, Ji Xuemian's arm was cut, and the bone was exposed a little, not only could not hold the chopsticks, but he was also half useless.

"It smells so good." Ji Xuemian had trouble moving, Duan Qichi had to hug him wherever he went, so he simply gave up struggling, it's good to be served by him.

Duan Qichi took this opportunity to hold him in his arms, supported him with his palms, and held him in his arms: "What do you want to eat?"

Duan Qichi has completely calmed down without the indoctrination of A Furong.

But he still had a gloomy face, and his expression was cloudy and uncertain.

Ji Xuemian knew that he wasn't aiming at her, so she slapped his arm off: "Hug if you want, just be gentle."

"Yeah." Duan Qichi agreed briefly, and really used all his patience to feed him spoonful by spoonful.

Ji Xuemian ate with peace of mind, and when he was halfway through eating, someone came to look for him suddenly.

The servant came over and knocked on the door, cautiously: "My lord, it's Prince Rui who has come down! He's aggressive, like he's angry?"

Those who don't have long eyes can't tell, when their prince came back with a man in his arms, his face was so fierce that he could almost eat that young man.

Everyone was waiting outside the house in fear, didn't they all say that at such a time, there would be unbearable weeping and crying from the house, and they kept yelling to stop?

What I heard instead was an unexpected conversation:

"Is it hot?"

"It's a little hot."

"Open."

"..."

"Is it tasty?"

"Delicious, I want more."

Listening to the corner of the wall, the servants and maids, who were afraid of killing someone, looked at each other without holding back, and started laughing with a puff, all of them blushed.

The boy was pushed into the room by everyone to inform him, and he didn't dare to lift his eyes when he saw the violent prince hugging the young master and coaxing him to eat.

"Tell him to wait," said the Regent.

The little servant wished he could wipe off his cold sweat: "What if His Highness Prince Rui left in anger?"

"He, no, dare." There was a sternness in his tone that he didn't realize.

Ji Xuemian keenly felt that there was something hidden here, and Duan Qichi had something to say and refused to tell him.

Ji Xuemian was still patient, "Where is the little white dog I told you to buy?"

"No, do you want a dog or me?" Duan Qichi sniffed his hair sullenly and whispered.

Ji Xuemian was embraced by him, turned to look at him: "What do you think?"

"Wang." Duan Xichi didn't think about it.