Rubbing his fingers on the red mole, Liu Yan looked down and saw those beautiful long fingers constantly touching her, tenderly. Liu Yanxi looked more carefully at this kind of intimacy, watching how he touched her red mole. The mole suddenly curled up its knuckles, no longer touching it, but picking at it.
Liu Yan frowned as his nails dug into the flesh. But when he remembered what Yi Mo said before, he stood upright in a daze, not wanting to hide. The blood gradually snaked from Yi Mo's fingers to the palm of his hand, dripping down along the palm lines and dripping on Liu Yan's lower abdomen, mixing with the blood flowing from above, and flowing more and more.
The smell of blood between the two became stronger and stronger. Yi Mo dug at the red mole intently, while Liu Yan frowned, with a look of pain on his face, but he still endured it. Cold sweat poured down like rain.
When the red mole was peeled off halfway, blood suddenly spurted out from the wound, and warm blood splashed onto Yi Mo's face. Yi Mo suddenly stopped his hand and raised his eyes to see the pale-faced boy.
Yi Mo asked: "Does it hurt?"
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