C5 Heat cannot help it

The beads of sweat on her forehead flowed down Mo Xiaoran's face. Mo Xiaoran felt a bit of strength returning to her, she staggered as she got up and rushed towards the door, she did not want to stay here any longer.

Leaning lazily against the window, Xiao Menghan did not turn his head back. He was very clear about everything that happened behind him.

Xiao Menghan slowed down his breathing. He did not like the smell of blood, especially human blood.

He stood motionless, waiting for her to leave and leave him alone, as he liked to be alone.

This time, Xiao Menghan was disappointed. The figure stumbled and turned back, exhausting the last bit of strength in his body, he fell head first onto the white sofa.

His bloodied arm was placed on the arm of the sofa, clearly entering Xiao Menghan's line of sight. Bright red blood dripped down one by one like sparkling rubies, dying the floor in a mess of red plum blossoms.

Mo Xiaoran felt very uncomfortable, she moaned in a low voice, like a helpless child who had lost his way. She walked on the ground alone, feeling the heat wave rolling around her.

It was unknown whether it was tears or sweat on his face. His consciousness was struggling between dizziness and dizziness, and his entire body was itching unbearably.

Mo Xiaoran wanted to leave, but the sound of the bodyguards' footsteps outside and the soft conversation letting her know that the bodyguards who had grabbed her had not left, she didn't know where else to hide.

Something moved on her arm. Mo Xiaoran tried her best to open her eyes, and a man's face appeared to be in a trance in her line of sight. Who was he?

"Um, um." Mo Xiaoran opened his mouth, and what came out of his throat was not Xuan Peng's name.

Mo Xiaoran really wanted to drill his head into the crevice. Such a shameless sound could not be hers, it was getting worse and worse. It was just like how a lot of ants were nibbling on her, it was extremely uncomfortable without any trace of it.

Xiao Menghan looked at the painful little face. The thick makeup of the Glyph Devils had covered her face, and with a glance, she looked even prettier than her mother.

This voice came from hell, and Xiao Menghan, who always threw the piping hot potato at Han Yong, quickly bandaged his bleeding wounds and got up to leave, but unexpectedly, a small hand pulled on his bathrobe.

"So hot." Mo Xiaoran's rationality had been completely defeated.

She leaned towards that ice-cold figure while trembling, her face instinctively leaning against his skin, feeling very comfortable.

Mo Xiaoran sighed comfortably, wanting to get more cool.

Everything was far away, what was clear was the instinct, as more and more voices came out from Mo Xiaoran's mouth and filled the room, mixed with the initial coldness, slowly warming up the fragrance of the coffee.

Xiao Menghan's face could no longer be described as ashen. He did not like being in contact with others, especially women's.

The big hand by his side clenched into a fist, the long hated feeling in his heart still caused Xiao Menghan to forcefully push away the woman who was entangled with him like a vine.

If she continued to act impudently, he wouldn't mind opening the door and throwing her out, allowing those wolf-like men outside to take care of her.

Xiao Menghan had always felt that there was no one who could completely force another person to do something against their will. If the woman in front of him was pure and clean, she wouldn't have been drugged or even be willing to drink her own medicine.

He did not know why, but Xiao Menghan was somewhat agitated as he gulped down the cold coffee in the cup. He felt that not only did he not satisfy the thirst in his throat, he felt nervous.

Xiao Menghan tilted her head slightly as she heard a painful and stifling voice sound out from behind her.