C14 Last Dinner(13)

Wai Heng saw Chung Jingchen standing there in a daze, and his throat almost reached the sky. However, he couldn't say anything, so he could only turn back in a hurry. He wrapped his arms around Chung Jingchen's waist and pushed himself up, barely managing to walk up the stairs.

However, three bloody scars were left on his waist by the hand that was reaching for him. The smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

Wai Heng ignored the wounds on his waist. He bared his teeth and took Chung Jingchen up another layer. His large movements caused the wounds on his waist to be slightly torn apart.

He could almost feel the blood loss and the flesh slowly turning over.

The person in his hand did not move. He was like a human doll weighing more than a hundred pounds. He could not even feel his breath.

If he hadn't felt the trembling, Wai Heng would have thought that he was carrying a dead person instead of Chung Jingchen.

The stairs weren't long last night. Wai Heng felt that it took him a few centuries to reach his room today. He used his shoulder to knock open the door and closed it with his long legs.

He quickly threw Chung Jingchen onto the bed and moved the table to the door to block it. He sat on it and locked the chains on the door.

Even if he couldn't get out of the room, it was still better than being dismembered and eaten.

After doing all this, Wai Heng took a few deep breaths and looked at Chung Jingchen who was lying on the bed.

His face was as red as a ripe apple, but it was definitely not caused by shyness. Wai Heng did not feel much better. His entire body was starting to heat up. A chicken egg white might even be able to be steamed.

They drank a lot of juice. It was already extremely difficult for them to maintain their rationality.

What would they do if they did not drink it?

Wai Heng expected that the result would be an explosion and death. He extended his hand towards Chung Jingchen, and a roar came from his body, urging him to rush forward.

Every tone seemed to be tempting.

Wai Heng grabbed the edge of the table and scratched deeply on it. His fingernails were almost flipped open, but he could not control it.

Chung Jingchen rolled off the bed. His whole body was shouting and moving. He could not take it anymore.

The source of desire was aggressive. His mind was in chaos. He bit his wrist.

The smell of rust was like rain after a drought. It nourished the fields that could not bear the rain for a long time, but it was far from enough. Drinking his blood could not suppress it at all.

What he desired from the depths of his heart was other people's things.

Wai Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He pulled the mask that was wrapped around his wrist violently and directly broke the scar that had not fully formed. The blood flowed like spring water, dripping onto the ground and blooming into a demonic flower. It was as if it came from the depths of hell, the dark wilderness.

Chung Jingchen raised his head. Wai Heng's hand was already at his mouth. The intoxicating fragrance aroused the excitement of all the cells and even the pores.

Without hesitation, he took a bite.

Wai Heng grabbed Chung Jingchen's bloody wrist and put it by his mouth.

In the spacious room, the door was slammed violently. Both of their mouths were stained with what they wanted the most.

Their eyes were empty and infatuated.

The table couldn't bear the pressure and started to creak and shake. The two people who were immersed in their desires were relieved. They suddenly regained their rationality and let go of each other's hands.

Chung Jingchen licked his lips in an unsavory manner and held the door.

"What are you still standing there for? "Yes," Chung Jingchen said. I didn't give you the blood for free." The thirst was alleviated, and his throat was finally able to regain its strength.

"If I didn't give it to you first, would you give it to me?" Wai Heng stood up, staggered a few times, and felt a little dizzy.

The wound on his waist had dyed his white coat red. He had lost too much blood.

His hands were soft. He simply threw himself onto the table to increase the pressure.

Dust fell down one after another. It was as if the wall was about to collapse.