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Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down from Mo Xiaoxiao's face. She felt that she had recovered some of her strength. She staggered up and ran towards the door. She didn't want to stay here any longer.

Leaning lazily against the window, Xiao Meng Han didn't turn her head back. He was very clear on what was happening behind her. That small and unsteady figure in the glass was actually beyond his expectations. She was a rose with thorns.

Xiao Meng Han slowed down her breathing. He didn't 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 Meng Han was disappointed. The figure at the door staggered back, causing her to fall down on the creamy white sofa with the last bit of strength she had left.

Xiao Meng Han's bloodied arm was placed on the arm rest of the sofa, clearly visible to Xiao Meng Han's eyes, the red blood droplets were like the most crystalline ruby, dripping down drop by drop, staining the floor with pieces of plum blossoms.

She was like a helpless child who lost his way, walking alone on the land where the heat waves were rolling. She wanted to run, but her body really didn't have the strength to do so.

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 Xiaoxiao wanted to leave, but the footsteps of the bodyguards outside, as well as the soft conversation, told her that the bodyguard who had captured her had not left. She did not know where else to hide.

Her body was lifted up and then put down. Something moved on her arm as she tried her best to open her eyes. A man's profile entered her line of sight. Who was he?

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

He really wanted to dig his head into the crevice. Such a shameless sound could not be hers. It was getting worse and worse, just like how ants were nibbling at her.

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

This voice came from hell, and the scalding sweet potato, Xiao MengHan, was usually tossed towards Han Yong. He hurriedly bandaged his bleeding wound and got up to leave, but unexpectedly, a small hand grabbed his bathrobe.

"So hot." Jing Xiaoxiao's reason was completely defeated.

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

Silently and comfortably sighing, he wanted to get more cool.

Everything was far away. What was clearer was his instinct. More and more sounds came out from his mouth and filled the room. It was mixed with the initial coldness, gradually warming up the aroma of the coffee.

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

Xiao Meng Han's large hands clenched into fists by his side. The disgust in her heart for a long time made Xiao Meng Han forcefully push away the woman that was entangled with her 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 Meng Han had always felt that no one could force another person to do something against their will, if this woman in front of her was clean and proper, she wouldn't be drugged or was willing to drink it. After all, many women liked to use their own money and luxurious things.

Xiao Meng Han didn't know why, but she felt a bit irritated. She gulped down the cold coffee in the cup. He felt that not only did she not satisfy the thirst in her throat, but her brows were tightly-knit.

Xiao Meng Han slightly tilted her head as she heard a painful and stifling voice coming from behind her.